THIS afternoon, I ventured out for the first time after a two week quarantine to go to confession. I entered the church following behind the young priest, a faithful, dedicated servant. Unable to enter the confessional, I knelt at a make-shift podium, set at the “social-distancing” requirement. Father and I looked at each with quiet disbelief, and then I glanced at the Tabernacle… and burst into tears. During my confession, I could not stop weeping. Orphaned from Jesus; orphaned from the priests in persona Christi… but more than that, I could sense Our Lady’s deep love and concern for her priests and the Pope.Continue reading →