My five minutes with Jesus

Although I make a Holy Hour and attend Mass each day, I hadn't had a real one-on-one time with Jesus in about 3 weeks...no one else present, just me and my Beloved.

Wednesday though, I decided it had been too long, and I was going to change that. I got to the Chapel and knelt down to pray. I didn't see a light on in the window, and I knew the One I was going to see had not yet arrived.

There were other men there to see Him first though and I would have to be patient and wait for my chance to speak one on one with Him. Soon enough, the light was on and the door was opened, Jesus was now receiving guests.

While in Chapel in the presence of the Blessed Sacrament, I prayed to the Lord for myself, for my confessor and for all those who long to experience the gift of God's mercy. Finally, it was my turn!! I walked into the confessional, knelt down behind the screen, blessed myself and began "Father, it's been 3 weeks since my last confession..."

When I had finished speaking, it was His turn. The voice sounded like a priest at the College, but it was Jesus working through His instrument. He told me He was proud of me for coming, that He knows and understands what I confessed, and that He will never withhold His love from me. Then, He offered me concrete advice, and then asked me to make an Act of Contrition. I opened up my hands and told my Father that I am heartily sorry for offending Him, I told Him of the sorrow that comes from the times I neglect to put Him first, and I resolved to avoid sins. Then came the best part...When I was finished, the priest, acting in persona Christi, said to me:

God, the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of His Son, 
has reconciled the world to  Himself and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins. Through the ministry of the Church, may God grant you pardon and peace, 
and I absolve you of your sins in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. 

Your sins are forgiven, go in peace.

I left the confessional knowing that my sins are forgiven, that God remembers them no more, and that I have just been wrapped in His infinite love and mercy extended to me in this great Sacrament.

Praised be Jesus Christ...

kpl





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