The archdiocese ordered extra hours of confession to be made available this week. Today was my church's turn.
As always, I was struck by how boring and pedestrian my sins were. I am not saying that in the sense that I wish I were better at sinning, or that I could move beyond the realms of the usual evils. Quite the opposite. Just a recognition that the lure of sin and the thrills it offers are simply a lie, and, once the newness wears off, it is stultifying.
That, and I am risking my soul and am bored out of my skull as I do it. It is the deal that Uncle Screwtape said truly gladdens the devil's heart: to get a man's soul, and give him nothing in return.
I need to improve at this whole 'being a Catholic' thing.