Last night I went to regularly scheduled confessions at our parish church wanting to prepare my soul for Christ’s coming. There had been no particular mention of confessions in the bulletin or at Mass. It wasn’t a special service. Just four priests sitting in the quiet dark interior, serving a silent line of ordinary, praying people for an hour and a half.
Something good is afoot.
Truly, “Light has come into the darkness.” And just as truly, “The darkness has not understood it.”