Once just before Christmas I went to Westminster Cathedral to go to Confession and an orchestra was rehearsing Messiah.
Now I like watching rehearsals of orchestras and I am very good at putting off going to Confession.
Opposite the orchestra there was a line of people who appeared from the back of the Cathedral to be watching the orchestra too. So I went and stood on the end...of the queue for Confessions which had snaked round the corner.
Coming from a big family, as I do, it was funny to see how courtesy suddenly came alive when we went to confession: 'After you,' 'No, after you...' Somehow it didn't apply when cake was on the table.
God moves in a mysterious way . . .
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