Perhaps you have heard the story: Four years ago in a large city out east, rumors spread that a certain Catholic woman was having visions of Jesus. The reports reached the archbishop. He decided to check her out. There is always a fine line between the authentic mystic and the lunatic fringe.
“Is it true, m’am, that you have visions of Jesus?” asked the archbishop.
“Yes,” the woman replied simply.
“Well, the next time you have a vision, I want you to ask Jesus to tell you the sins that I confessed in my last confession.”
The woman was stunned. “Did I hear you right, bishop? You actually want me to ask Jesus to tell me the sins of your past?”
“Exactly. Please call me if anything happens.”
Ten days later the woman notified her spiritual leader of her most recent vision. “Please come,” she said. Within the hour the archbishop arrived.
“Is it true what you told me on the phone that you actually had another vision of Jesus and did you do what I asked?”
“Yes, bishop, I asked Jesus to tell me the sins you confessed in your last confession.”
The bishop leaned forward with anticipation. His eyes narrowed. “What did Jesus say?” She took his hand and gazed deep into his eyes, “Bishop,” she said, “these are His exact words; ‘I CAN’T REMEMBER.'”
Our journey of faith really happens when men and women accept with unwavering trust that their sins have not only been forgiven by God, but He refuses to even remember them.
The moment the focus of your life shifts from your badness to his goodness, from “What have I done” to “What can He do.” You then can forgive yourself, because you are forgiven, accept yourself because you are accepted, then can start to live life the way He planned.