Clean window

It’s so funny how things do not make sense to us until years later…

In college, my professor once told me that going to confession is like cleaning a window. The more often you clean it, the easier you see the small speck of dust on the window. For the past year, I was having confession more frequently than I ever have in my life. As a result, when the splatter of mud appeared on my window, I felt so disgusted. I felt panicked. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking and it was difficult to calm down. I made a phone call to someone I deeply trust that night. The next day, I immediately had confession amidst the crowd, crazy lights, and loud music. But the moment the priest absolved me from my sins, I felt my window cleaned again.