In Spain they talk about the “fat cow” times and the “thin cow” times, basically, good and tough times in life.
During a time of very thin cows, I went to confession.
Every person in my family was struggling, I was exhausted, my faith, my strength, and all my kindness near their limits.
If I had cried about swearing during past confessions, I was on the verge of a real storm.
My head down, my eyes brimmed and then I heard a sniffle. I looked up, the older priest’s head shook slowly, tears rolled down his cheeks, his face mirroring my pain. It was like when someone says, “Bless you” before you sneeze.
My tears stayed put and I looked down and grabbed the box of Kleenex and handed it to him.
That’s part of it, looking outside yourself to see other’s suffering, especially when you caused it.
During a time of very thin cows, I went to confession.
Every person in my family was struggling, I was exhausted, my faith, my strength, and all my kindness near their limits.
If I had cried about swearing during past confessions, I was on the verge of a real storm.
My head down, my eyes brimmed and then I heard a sniffle. I looked up, the older priest’s head shook slowly, tears rolled down his cheeks, his face mirroring my pain. It was like when someone says, “Bless you” before you sneeze.
My tears stayed put and I looked down and grabbed the box of Kleenex and handed it to him.
That’s part of it, looking outside yourself to see other’s suffering, especially when you caused it.
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