Gentle Reader: The Tempter has been hitting me hard the last 24 hours. First, there was the voice telling me that even though I was newly conscious of the grave sin of applying for a job at an abortion clinic a decade ago, I did not have to go to Confession. "I was just fine. I just went to Confession yesterday." I almost gave in and received Communion at the Good Friday Mass of the Passion. I refrained and found a Confessional right afterwards. Thanks Be to God.
Then, last night, really bad dreams. Not even funny.
"I claim the protection of the Blood of the Lamb"
"St. Michael the Archangel..."