Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Also, I am surprised that PP above me says they decided to start with how long it has been. That is absolutely standard in any Catholic confession: “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been ______ since my last confession and these are my sins.”
right -- plus the priest is in a booth -- you generally can't see the expression on his face.
Obviously you have not been to confession in quite some time...
I doubt very many people who last went to confession when priests were in a booth, would go back now. Anonymity was meant as a plus, not a minus
Anonymous wrote:Also, I am surprised that PP above me says they decided to start with how long it has been. That is absolutely standard in any Catholic confession: “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been ______ since my last confession and these are my sins.”
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Also, I am surprised that PP above me says they decided to start with how long it has been. That is absolutely standard in any Catholic confession: “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been ______ since my last confession and these are my sins.”
right -- plus the priest is in a booth -- you generally can't see the expression on his face.
Obviously you have not been to confession in quite some time...
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:The best thing that happened to me was when I was a Freshman in college and had a perfunctory meeting with the campus priest, who handed me envelopes for my weekly giving.
When I declined, saying I'd rather just give without it being recorded, he became stern and insisted I had to use the envelopes or not be considered a member of the campus group. I opted for the latter.
I continued going to church - and giving - for a while - then slowly faded away from Catholicism, its authoritarian priests and its many rules and regulations.
That campus priest helped a lot.
Sheesh. If Catholicism stopped being meaningful to you then just say that. But your faith must have been hanging by a thread if being asked to use an envelope did you in!
Anonymous wrote:The best thing that happened to me was when I was a Freshman in college and had a perfunctory meeting with the campus priest, who handed me envelopes for my weekly giving.
When I declined, saying I'd rather just give without it being recorded, he became stern and insisted I had to use the envelopes or not be considered a member of the campus group. I opted for the latter.
I continued going to church - and giving - for a while - then slowly faded away from Catholicism, its authoritarian priests and its many rules and regulations.
That campus priest helped a lot.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Also, I am surprised that PP above me says they decided to start with how long it has been. That is absolutely standard in any Catholic confession: “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been ______ since my last confession and these are my sins.”
right -- plus the priest is in a booth -- you generally can't see the expression on his face.
Anonymous wrote: 2008 in a rural city, a good friend came out of the closet at 20 and while he was living with his large catholic family. I had already known and gone out to LGBT events with him. His parents sent him to counseling at the Church with the head priest. A couple weeks after the initial truth telling the priest came up to me and another friend of ours (we all went to this church) and spoke to us about being the kinds of influences our friend needed right now. I got defensive at the idea that we could influence his sexuality in any way, and surprisingly the Priest agreed and told us that it’s our world out there, we will be the future and how we treat our peers will be the new standered. That we needed to protect our friend from falling victim to those who would prey on him and his vunrability, to support him as he begins to find himself. The priest reminded us of the morals and values the church instilled in the three of us and that when we were all confirmed into the church we vowed to protect the covenant with God, therefore we must protect our friend in the church and not let him be outcasted or martyred.
It was a bewildering and profound. Completely changed my views on how religion and politics worked. Because of that experience I am smart enough to know that in the house of God all are his children, and any house that says differently is one that has been poisoned.