Well, technically I haven’t been a Baptist since April, but twenty-six years of Baptist thinking is a tough habit to break. With all of that Baptist thinking, one of the hardest concepts for me to grasp about Catholicism was confession.
After all, I don’t need a middleman to talk to God. Growing up, I was so adamant about not needing a middleman that for a while there I wasn’t even too keen about Jesus. (Don’t worry, I got that particular blasphemy cleared up before middle school.)
So, with a background like that, how on earth did I ever end up kneeling in a confessional booth? (more…)