4 April 2014
One of the grandchildren has just been with the family in Medjugorje for a five day pilgrimage. It would seem to have had a profound effect on them all, not least the youngest, a boy in his teens, not, I would have thought, the most likely to be impressed.
How wrong can you be. Day One and he stood on his feet for two hours in a queue to go to confession. Then on another day, with his brother, he climbed Cross Hill (Kryzevac); three hours over rocky ground doing the Stations of the Cross.
I hope that one of these youngsters will write their impressions for me to share.
Their experiences reminded me that with Easter round the corner I must go to confession. You’d be hard-pressed to find a better meditation when preparing for the Sacrament of Reconciliation than these words of St Augustine:
“O Holy Spirit descend plentifully into my heart.
Enlighten the dark corners of this neglected dwelling
and scatter there thy cheerful beams.”
In fact I wrote more fully on the subject of confession, but it is too personal to be commonplace. Click here.