“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been 2 weeks since my last confession.” When I was a kid, my mom took us to confession at least once a month. (If you don’t know about the Catholic sacrament of confession, that two-sentence phrase is how you officially start confessing your sins to the priest.) Almost every time I start to write a Mindfield post these days, I hear echoes of that phrase because I feel like begging the blessing of my readers for taking so long to post again.
When Hell Freezes Over
When Hell Freezes Over
When Hell Freezes Over
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been 2 weeks since my last confession.” When I was a kid, my mom took us to confession at least once a month. (If you don’t know about the Catholic sacrament of confession, that two-sentence phrase is how you officially start confessing your sins to the priest.) Almost every time I start to write a Mindfield post these days, I hear echoes of that phrase because I feel like begging the blessing of my readers for taking so long to post again.