Cat Towels and Confession

I got a shower the other day, and after hopping out of the tub, I wrapped myself in the towel that had fallen on the floor.  No big deal, I thought, it probably slipped off the hook.

I walked into the bedroom to put some clothes on, and when I took off the stupid towel, I realized I was covered - COVERED - in cat hair.

Awww, c'mon now!  I had JUST finished getting a shower.  Why the heck did I have to instantly cover myself in a layer of dander and fur?

Frustrated, I hopped back into the shower to rinse off.  I grabbed a NEW towel from the closet and went along my way.

However, while I was showering for the second time, I realized that I do the same thing after Confession.  How many times have I come out of Confession with a sparkly white soul only to go home, pick up a bad habit, and get it dirty all over again?

A lot.  In fact, I'm pretty sure my priest should have a rotating door on the confessional precisely because I'm so incredibly good at repeatedly screwing up.

*Sigh*

I guess it's good Christ never tires of forgiving us, but I really wish I didn't keep falling into the same habits over and over again.  I always think of St. Paul and that thorn in his side.  It's good he never specifies what that thorn is, because we can all relate to a particular sin that tends to pulls us down over and over, but I can't help but try to picture him struggling with the sins that I'm so good at failing with.

I seriously imagine him on camel back fantasizing of dinosaurs trampling the slower camels in front of him (or who don't signal they're trying to turn).  I imagine him gorging himself on desserts or opting to spread the word that Peter's preaching isn't as good as his.  

Heh.  Terrible, right?  

Maybe instead of trying to pull St. Paul down to my level, I should try to raise myself up to his and steer clear of cat towels.  *Grin*

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