What if, what if, what if. I’ve wasted enough time on you. There are none so blind as those who will not see. I know it’s hard for you to admit that you’re wrong. Good night, sweet dreams.
Out of the blue, you’ve turned a phone call into the Sacrament of Confession.
Yet, you claim a priest cannot counter the penitent if she’s lying about receiving absolution to continue in adultery.