On Facebook my daughter, Heidi, posed the question to friends: “Have you ever made up sins in confession?” I couldn’t believe it. That never occurred to me. I was too busy sinning by omission, neglecting to confess the sins I was too ashamed of to confess. But make sins up? Never.
The sin she said she fabricated is that she beat up her sister. Then she wrote, “If you know my sister, Kate, you would know that couldn’t have happened.” I commented: “What prompted this? A need to come clean?” She said, “I lied so that I would have something legitimate to confess the next time.”
Never think you ever really know your children. Or that you have any clue the effect their religious upbringing had upon them.