Oooooook, so Wolf Cub #5 (the nun — so peaceful we packed her off to the convent) asked me to share the story about the second time I heard the voice of God.
That…well that is a really not-fun story about Genevieve and the Seven Deadly Demons absolutely savaging her for five straight months…
…and then me freaking to the freak to the freak to the freak out and hauling ass to Confession.
It is so convoluted it’s rather difficult to describe, but suffice to say…
When in Deep Life Crisis mode and Satan is dancing on your nerve endings…
RUN to a priest.
Especially when you look down into your soul and see deeply embedded Pride-Lust-Anger-Covetousness-Envy-Sloth-Gluttony demons and a shocking lack of gratitude.
In fact, I HIGHLY recommend regular sacramental sponging.
Priests are, after all, Bible experts with professional bad spirit fumigating technology.
…There’s a wideness in God’s mercy like the wideness of the sea…
It’s never too late in life to have a come-to-Jesus moment.
And they know a heckuva lot about humans. And relationships. And they are very in touch with the Creator.
They are like therapists.