Okay. A friend asked me to officiate at his wedding, so I got ordained by the Universal Life Church. Another friend then suggested -- laughingly, I presume -- that it was only a matter of time before I'd start hearing confessions. But then, sure enough, another friend posted his confession on my facebook wall. And I just had to ask: Who am I to deny the promptings of fate?
So here's the deal: just enter your confession as a comment, and I promise you'll be forgiven. Now all you need to do is forgive yourself and then share the love by forgiving someone else who has harmed you -- and (of course) go and sin no more. There might be some penitence -- or maybe penance -- required; we'll see.
Oh -- and about the Gabby thing? I promise not to gab about your sins. But Gabby was the last role I played: a lusty pirate chef in Peter Pan. I mean, Gabby definitely understands temptation. So that's who's listening -- just so you know.
PS: if your sins are too heinous, I'll just have to erase them. So beware.
11 comments:
You are wonderful! XOXO
Since my last confession of about four hours ago, I have been guilty of the sin of pride - proud of inspiring a blog by lovely person. Hail, machiato, full of foam. The latte is with thee.
Bless you my son; you mocha me very happy... Go in peace to love and serve the public.
My sin: I love Goofy ... no actually I love goofy and you've just made my cuppa runneth over.
My sin.... Lust. I lust after Gabby. He is virile and witty and full of ... but wait. Gabby isn't male? At least, the photo isn't male. Am I confused? Is this not for real? Oh be still my beating heart. This is a joke? What kind of joke is this? Taking poor sinners hopes and dashing them upon the Rocks of Frivolity?
You have sinned!
Mea culpa. Mea culpa. Mea culpa.
Actually -- I think this is hilarious -- and am jealous of your wit -- oh dear is that a sin? Forgive me sistah for I have sinned against thee!
Is this, like, the place for, you know, getting it all out and on the table, er, in the confessional, and being lifted into the light once and for all and forever? Cause, I gotta confess, I'm a little scared of the dark. You see, it's like this. . . .
And, Gabby, I gotta say, you've really changed. Yes, you really, really, really have.
Frivolity, schmivolity: like Maureen says, it's all about stepping into the light.
Blessings and forgiveness are yours, my friends; blessings and forgiveness are yours -- and change, like beauty, rests in the eye of the beholder. Underneath we are all One and The Same: many gifts, One Spirit.
I burn with a dark desire for good coffee and better conversation. I got it bad, Gabby. I need it often, at least once a week. Preferably Thursdays. What can I do to slake this unquenchable thirst.
Oh, btw, these confessions ARE confidential, right? I mean, it's not like anyone else can read them .... Gabby? .....
Alas, poor Marek; I knew ye well, and your wish shall be granted, for this weekly communion is not an addiction but an opportunity for the Spirit. May all your mochas be dark and rich and laden with foam and the words of your mouth and the meditations of your heart be fruitful and multiply...
Bless me, Gabby, for I have sinned. I have not loved myself as I should, and I have loved myself too much. My neighbor bugs the sh*t outta me sometimes, so full of drama and bluster! I don't have time for it! I'm not praying much or well or long, I'm unsettled. Maybe I need a vanilla latte...and ice cream. Vanilla latte, ice cream and a drink. And a sandwich. A really good sandwich.
Ya gotta love a confession that includes a Vanilla Latte -- and any pour soul that sees the medicinal/nutritional/spiritual value therein. Bless you my child: go and let the latte speak its tasty words of love -- and you might want to read a book I just heard about in spirituality class today: Byron Brown's Soul Without Shame
http://www.amazon.com/Soul-without-Shame-Liberating-Yourself/dp/157062383X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1276024269&sr=1-1
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