Yesterday evening, we had penitential service at church.
I was never fond of such services—much preferred going for a ‘proper’ confession in a confessional box with a priest. I used to find penitential services rather impersonal, somewhat like a factory assembly line. Yesterday, however, my entire attitude towards the penitential service changed drastically.
The lights in the church were dimmed—as with every penitential service—and queues started forming, as people made their way towards the priests dispersed at different locations around the front of the church. Right in front of me, I could see the silhouette of the crucifix, and I thought to myself: the immensity of God’s love for us, compelled him to send His son to die on the cross for us. I went ahead, made my confession, and when I came back to my seat, I was supremely touched by the overflowing love He has for me.
Give thanks, because He’s given Jesus Christ, His son.