On May 22, 2002, on the train from Fussen to Lucerne, Jason pulled out a couple of sheets of ruled paper and a soft-leaded pencil, and suggested he and Lance and I round-robin a story.
As a cradle Episcopalian sent to Catholic school, I remember watching all the Catholic kids file out for confession with a mix of relief and (it turned out) jealousy. Twenty years later - with the help of an Anglo-Catholic priest - I was able to receive this sacrament myself. Very thankful this is available to Episcopalians too!
I'm a lifelong evangelical-turned-Anglican, so I've never been to confession with a priest, but I love the corporate confession we do at church each week before we take the Eucharist. It's a reset, together, where we recognize our frailty and our reliance on both God and each other. Coming from a life spent mostly in highly individualized faith cultures, it's such a gift to me.
As a cradle Episcopalian sent to Catholic school, I remember watching all the Catholic kids file out for confession with a mix of relief and (it turned out) jealousy. Twenty years later - with the help of an Anglo-Catholic priest - I was able to receive this sacrament myself. Very thankful this is available to Episcopalians too!
I'm a lifelong evangelical-turned-Anglican, so I've never been to confession with a priest, but I love the corporate confession we do at church each week before we take the Eucharist. It's a reset, together, where we recognize our frailty and our reliance on both God and each other. Coming from a life spent mostly in highly individualized faith cultures, it's such a gift to me.