My Easter Sunday Confession and 2 more Confessions til the final confession in Divine mercy feast April 12 2026

April 5, 2026

What a day it has been! Easter Sunday, and truly a day of resurrection, not just for Christ, but in a way, for my spirit too. It’s 7:30 AM, and I’m already at church, immersed in the joyous celebration. The air is thick with the scent of incense and the harmonious voices of the choir, a beautiful backdrop to my own personal journey this Holy Week.

I had decided weeks ago that I would undergo confession again this last day of Holy Week. It felt incredibly special, even though I had just confessed two weeks prior. But there was this nagging feeling, and then someone told me that Easter Sunday is a particularly fitting time for confession. So I went for it, even though the morning didn't start quite as smoothly as I'd hoped.

The church was absolutely packed! So many people, all here to celebrate. I had to wait until the 9 AM last holy mass to even hope to speak to a priest for confession. When I saw Fr. Darwin Russeullo, he looked incredibly busy. I can only imagine how many masses he'd celebrated already; it felt like he'd been through four straight that morning. And it’s no wonder, given that Fr. Carson, the other priest, held a special event of holy mass last Saturday that ended up lasting for hours. The demands on them during Holy Week are truly immense.

Despite the wait and the sheer number of people, I finally had my confession that Holy Week Sunday. And when it was done, I felt such a profound sense of contentment. It was as if I had finally completed my entire to-do list for the Lenten season and Holy Week. Each prayer, each reflection, each act of repentance—they all culminated in this moment.

But as I sat there, a new thought began to surface. There’s one more item on my spiritual to-do list: the Divine Mercy Feast Sunday. And with it, the thought of yet another confession. I can't shake the feeling that there's still something I've missed, something I need to confess. It’s not a burden, but more of a quiet calling, a desire for complete spiritual cleansing. So, it seems I’ll be back next week Sunday, ready to approach the confessional once more. It's a journey, this faith, and each step, each confession, brings me closer to where I feel I need to be.

Until Next Time,

Yuna