Ty and I heard a wonderful story at mass yesterday morning.
In France in the 1600's a nun, Sister Margaret-Mary, was having visitations from Christ. The priest who ministered to the convent, Father Claude, would listen to her confessions and they'd talk. She told him of the visitations, how Christ had such great love for the world, He wanted everyone to know the full depth of His heart.
Father Claude, testing to see whether or not her experiences were real, said, "Ask Jesus, next time you see Him, what I confessed at my last confession."
A while later he came back to the convent and he asked Sr. Margaret-Mary if she was still seeing visitations of Christ.
"Yes, Father" she replied.
"And did you remember what I asked you to ask Jesus?"
"Yes. You asked me to ask Him what it was you last confessed."
"Exactly. And what did He say?"
"He simply said, 'I've forgotten.'"
(Lisa here) Well I just started crying right in church. I mean, how beautiful a picture of the God who says He remembers our sins no more. How many times I beggar my relationship with Him by recalling over and over again what He's already forgotten.