The music was playing. The lights were dim. It was very peaceful and a great time to be contemplating my sins. Honey had other ideas. She was confused about the screens and the stations where the priests were going to be. So, I set out to explain to her what was going on (which I really should have before arriving).
I explain, "That’s where the priest will sit. That’s also where you go to tell him your sins–the rules of God that you broke." Honey’s eyes widen and she gasps. I quickly assured her that it was not her time. She’ll be going to confession when she is ready to receive communion. Oh, the relief in her face. All I can think is that she’s 4; how many of God’s rules could she have broken? But, you know, she’s also 4 and extremely honest.
Our priest once mentioned that hearing confession of little ones was like being stoned with popcorn.
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