Sometimes I'm very glad to be Catholic. I've been watching the electronic billboard on the way home from school countdown for a week or so. I wouldn't want that pressure: the pressure of knowing (or thinking at least, since they are most likely wrong) when the world would end. I wouldn't want the pressure of interpreting Jesus' words for myself. I mean, I read the Bible on my own (occasionally) but I've already heard 90% of it at Mass. And there any confusing statements or seemingly contradictory statements are explained by someone a lot more educated on the matter than I am. I wouldn't want to confess my sins just to God. Sure, sometimes, the idea of not going to confession and stating my sins out loud sounds wonderful. But I've struggled with knowing that I am forgiven even when the priest says the words, "Go in peace. Your sins are forgiven." How much worse would it be if I didn't hear those words?
I think it is really easy as a "cradle Catholic" to take the gift of the faith for granted. I know nothing else, but today I realized, once again, what a gift it is.
Pax Christi!
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