A most excellent feeling

When I was a little boy, the concept of sanctifying grace was explained to me and I fell for it. What can I say? I was only six or so. By seven, I got over the notion. But for a time, I went with the woo.

Back in those black-and-white days, when I did all the right things and went to confession and prayed and whatnot, I had a good feeling in my stomach (or maybe it was my chest). It came from knowing that I was in a state of sanctifying grace. Even if god killed me, everything would be fine. In fact, it would be great because I'd go straight to heaven. Being in a state of sanctifying grace is the ultimate get-out-of-jail-free card.

Today I get that same feeling when I know that all my electronics are charged. Just saying.