A little boy named Tommy went to church with his grandma every Sunday.
One day, Grandma told him it was time to make his first confession.
She explained, “You go into that little booth, tell the priest your sins, and he’ll forgive you.”
Tommy was nervous but agreed.
He walked into the confessional and sat down, and the priest slid open the little window.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” Tommy whispered.
The priest smiled kindly. “Go ahead, my son. What are your sins?”
Tommy took a deep breath. “Well… I stole a pencil from school… I said a bad word… and I lied to my mom.”
The priest nodded. “That’s not too bad. Anything else?”
Tommy thought hard. “Umm… oh yeah! I threw my sister’s Barbie out the window and told her she ran away.”
The priest chuckled. “Anything else?”
Tommy scratched his head. “Oh! And last night, I put a cookie under my bed to eat later… but when I woke up, it was gone.”
The priest asked, “Do you think someone took it?”
Tommy nodded. “Yeah. I think it was Jesus. He lives in my heart, and my bed’s right above him.”
