Confession Is Good For The Soul

Sacramental grace is one of my favorite mental pursuits. Long forgotten as plausible, and entirely too focused in the locale of the seven sacraments, I enjoy my own locations of sacramental grace.

Kindness, compassion, and tenderness within relationships that do not deserve it. That must be a sacrament, that exudes grace.

Melding and merging with the American Pelican, here on their migatory pause. The ugliest bird on the face of the earth, but the most graceful of all flyers. Visually joining a vista, so high, that the bump on the beak can not be seen, nor the mystery of the heavy body, considered. That must be a sacrament. The way I felt, after seeing two or three hundred in the air, must be grace.

Trying to load up the giant dog when he is intent on finding a chipmonk. That must be a sacrament, holding boundful amounts of grace, for the frustrated driver, intent on errands.

Cutting perfect angles for the wood trim with no applause, no witness, no compliment. That solitary, pleasurable activity must hold grace for the, (generally), easily frustrated and fearful. Why does the phrase 45* angle produce fear? And what else could it be but grace when all is done and successful?

Receiving an e-mail from the gutter-driven brother that said, "I love you." Allowing that inside of me, needed grace. I thank God for receiving that grace.
Instead of hitting the delete key, I wrote back, "I love you too."

Back to confession is good for the soul.

I had to re-up the blue ear band today from retirement, and place it on my head. I swore I would never wear it again.

I drove through the Amish territory this morning saying to myself, "Why do the Amish fear paint?" However, I only said this when my eyes dropped from a dramatic and heart filling landscape, banked and enveloped by a skyscape that was breathless in deep purples and blacks.

I have re-lit the corn-pellet stove. Spring is not exactly here. I am now wondering if my soul is actually located in the corn-pellet stove. If so, I am sure the sacrament of penance or the sacrament of marriage will take care of this slight aberation within spiritual norms.