Time for Confession, according to my New Year’s resolution not to ever go more than two weeks without this great sacrament of our Lord’s goodness and kindness. The Holy Souls Mountain waterfall was behaving itself, even after the days of rain we’ve had here. Further below, the one-lane bridge seemed about to cave in to the waters below… with dry rot… Yikes!
Futher along, the famous bridge over the famous waterfall where in a famous film a famous vehicle was shoved over the top so that it could be caught on film tumbling down. I never saw the movie, so I don’t know what that’s all about. The vehicle is still hundreds of feet down below… It’s hard to get a perspective of the size of these falls in a picture. The white pines can get 100-150 feet high, if that helps to understand what’s going on here…
Later, one might meet up, again, with a truck jackknifed around a hair-pin curve in Holy Souls Mountain one lane gravel road. The cab always ends up in one ditch while the bed of the truck lands in the ditch on the other side. These truckers are all using the Truckers Rand-McNalley GPS map thingy, though I’m not sure if that’s to blame. It apparently claims that this road is trucker friendly. Decidedly NOT.
Cardinal Tomás Séamus Ó Fiaich of Armagh (R.I.P.) made an intervention at the Second Vatican Council to complain about the possibility of confession for the islanders. He said that for them to come off the island, across the choppy seas, risking life and limb, to find a priest to whom to go to confession wasn’t worth the effort for venial sins, and was too dangerous if one had mortal sins on one’s conscience!
My, my, my… Where there’s a will, there’s a way! Regular confession does wonders for the soul, keeps one far from serious sin, points the soul to heaven, helps avoid purgatory in the next life and all in all sets everything in the right perspective, who we are before Jesus, who is so good and so kind, calling us… yes… His friends.