
The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Imperfection
The summer of sin, with its alcohol-fueled barbecues and ladies in summer dresses, may be a distant memory now up
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The summer of sin, with its alcohol-fueled barbecues and ladies in summer dresses, may be a distant memory now up

Spring is in the air, and as we emerge from the harsh depths of winter (or the burning furnace of

This week’s confession booth makes me feel old. I don’t want to sound like Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino, but

Deck the halls, let the bells ring out, follow the star, and bring gifts. Just not that shit you brought

As Christmas approaches, the opportunities for sin increase exponentially. From the office Christmas party, to that thing you make your

A wayward flock means a busy ministry, and there are fewer flocks as wayward as the devotees of the Church

Look at you all. You stinking sinners. You just sit there. Stinking. Of sin. Without moral and spiritual guidance, you

Hatred is a powerful sin. It sneaks up on you, and before you know it, you are filled with fury.

As the birthday celebrations of the Baby Jesus fade into our rearview mirror, and the misery of Dry January takes

The icy finger of winter chills the air, the evenings close in, the communion wine starts to look mighty tempting,