Dostoyevsky, my Best Ever Confession, and Getting Sin Right

Of all the sacramental confessions I have done in my three years of Catholicism, I’ve only been complimented on one. I stepped into the confessional, stomach churning as usual, breathing hard under the weight of guilt. Kneeling down in the soft darkness, I took a deep breath, and began: “Bless me, Father, for I have … Continue reading Dostoyevsky, my Best Ever Confession, and Getting Sin Right