When I was a kid I would go to Confession and lie through my pearly white teeth and I have no idea why I did it.
I guess I wanted to see what would happen-like would God show up and chase me around the Church and hurl lightning bolts at me? Would the Devil be waiting outside and would he be laughing or looking at me like he just caught me egging his castle?
Then it occurred to me I wouldn’t find out until after I died so the magic was gone and I didn’t do any repeat performances.
All of these years later I wonder if the Priest was amused.
I hope so.
I was probably risking a trip to Hell for that stunt and would like to think it was worth it.
The Tired Priest Konstantin Savitskiy
Well everybody- Happy False Confession Day- now lets go eat some cupcakes!
Thanksgiving is coming up in a few days- and I guess I should reflect on what I am thankful for:
I am thankful for Winter and Autumn and for being able to feel the cold and see the stars and for being there when the first snow of the season falls in my yard.
I am thankful for the day I almost didn’t go to find a dog and decided to at the last minute and I found out when I signed his adoption papers that he was going to be put down that night. He saved me that year. It’s funny how that worked out.
As narrow as it might read, the truth is I am most Thankful for that switch that got thrown in my brain and gave me the ability to write.
I might not be the best, I might only ever be read on this blog, I might actually really suck at writing.
But this is what I do and who I am and I am thankful that if I could only do one thing well, this is that one thing.