
The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Wrongness
Look at you all. You stinking sinners. You just sit there. Stinking. Of sin. Without moral and spiritual guidance, you
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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,

Let no man who hath torn his underpants asunder live without sin, for what is man without sin, and underpants?

Related to sin is shame. That are like two grubby little bedfellows. And you know all about shame don’t you,

Winter. A dark and cold time where, in your indoors-bound, cocooned state, you may feel temptation get the better of

Pride, greed, probably slutiness, but the greatest sin is geekery! It lives adjacent to that one about worshipping graven images,

Gather my children, into the Church of the Last Movie Outpost and be ready for confession. It’s that time of

Last week, the stench of your sins reached such epic proportions that, eyes watering and overcome, Boba Phil had to