Admit it … you thought this post was going to be about some deep dark secret spiced up with a dash of juicy scandal.
Sorry, but personally I’m staying on the side of the angels, but this post is all about seeking forgiveness for your sins, so feel free to belly-up to The Confessional.
While on this most recent trip to France, it seemed we were always drifting through one church or another. There are just so many of them! … and if you know the Roman Catholic Church, then you are familiar with the Confessional.
To this day, the sight of a Confessional makes my gut clench a little. I went to a Catholic school run by nuns and once a month we were shepherded to the church for confession. Seriously – does your average 8 or 9 year old really have sins that need this kind of treatment?
Even then I thought it was an exercise in grooming guilt and they did a really good job of it too.
To the non-Catholic, there is something very foreign about this ritual. Our Thursday Door Master, Norm Frampton, once made me laugh out loud when he referred to it as the Catholic penalty box.
Inside one of the church alcoves, the priest was taking confession IN THE OPEN! Along the wall facing the alcove were several chairs, each occupied, mostly by elderly women, waiting for their turn!
Gone was the pretence of anonymity – quiet whispers in the dark recesses of the Confessional as typical of my youth. This was a face-to-face conversation with the priest which could be overheard even by me … although admittedly my French wasn’t good enough to determine whether there might have been some exciting details.
It crossed my mind that I should try to capture a few photos of this unusual scene, but decided, somewhat reluctantly, that it might be in poor taste.
Now I wonder if I should to go to Confession. Remember the guilt-thing. Even bad thoughts are a sin …
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