The other day I was on my way home from a social engagement and a rabbit ran under my wheels.
I did not mourn for the rabbit. I wasn’t happy about it, but I wasn’t especially sad either. I couldn’t have avoided it. Too bad.
The incident did, however, remind me to go to confession.
That rabbit’s time was up.
Rabbits don’t have immortal souls.
You, dear reader, have an immortal soul.
We don’t know when our time will be up.
It could be soon. It could be unforeseen.
It will happen.
If you have your own rabbit moment, and you have unconfessed mortal sins and no access to the last sacraments, you are probably going to go to Hell.
Try to imagine for a moment, those first few moments of a soul which has newly been consigned to Hell. Try to imagine the shock of dawning realization: “This can’t be happening to me!”
But it is.
Dear readers, it is not my job to watch out for imprudent rodents, but it is my job to strive to keep as many of you out of Hell and in the Heaven lane as I can.
I can’t shove you into a confessional. I can’t hear your confessions and absolve you via the internet.
Therefore, I will use this blog, my force multiplier, to get you to go.
I implore you.
GO TO CONFESSION.
Confess ALL your mortal sins in both kind (what they were) and number (how many times, even if you have to guesstimate). Never never never purposely hide a mortal sin of which you are fully aware. Even if seems terribly embarrassing, just say it without mincing words. The priest will not think badly of you. He will probably be impressed by your sincerity.
I wonder sometimes if laypeople understand how their good confessions help the priest himself to make a good confession. I wonder if that is why some lib priests don’t hear confessions: they don’t want to be reminded of… you know.
A note to some out there who seriously dislike me
and who have done me harm.
I know will surely read this.
I forgive you. I often add prayers at Mass for you. I have the names of a few of you – along with friends, loved ones, benefactors – on a list for whom I pray at every Mass at the Memento of the Living. For those who have died, I pray with hope for them at the Memento of the Dead.
What I write here is every bit aimed at you – who have done me harm – as it is at all those anonymous readers out here with whom I’ve never had any exchange. My great hope and literal prayer is that you will, with the help of grace, or by the spur of calamity if that’s what it takes, to have a change of heart. For the love of God, reflect on your death and the goal of Heaven. Examine your conscience and go to confession. I want to you be happy in Heaven.
To close, perhaps that rabbit’s violent end – which prompted me to write this – served the greatest possible of all goods for which God created it in the first place. Will the manner of its demise, recounted here, serve to move a person to go to confession?
If even one person goes because of this, that rabbit couldn’t have had a better end.
A more glorious reason for this blog I cannot imagine: one good confession by someone who really needed to go.
Some tips for making a good confession HERE.
GO TO CONFESSION.