One Day At The Confessional

Forgive me, Father, because I think you don't care.

Forgive me, Father, because I think you don’t care.

Mundabor: “Excuse me, Sir: is the Confession here”?

Chap: “Yes I think it’s here”.

Mundabor: “It starts at 5:30, right?”

Chap: “Yes, I think it does”.

Mundabor: “Is there anyone I can ask?”

Chap: “Try in the sacristy perhaps?”.

Mundabor: “Good afternoon, Father. Is Confession today?”

Father: “Yes, it is”.

Mundabor: “I think it’s at 5:30, right?”

Father: “Yes, it’s at 5:30”.

Mundabor: “Erm, ah, well, no one is there…”

Father: “I’ll be there in a few minutes”.

He arrives at 5:45.

He goes away at 5:55 and celebrates the Mass at 6 pm himself.

I do not know you, but I have had several of these conversations and I start to think a priest must organise his own life around having time for Confession and Mass, not the contrary. Particularly when Confession is only 30 minutes a week.

The important things are those for which we have time. If we haven’t time for them, it means we do not consider them important.

Am I wrong, Father?

Mundabor

Posted on January 12, 2013, in Catholicism and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. I am a father, in the biological sense only, and I say you are not wrong.

    I particularly like this remark of yours: “.The important things are those for which we have time. If we haven’t time for them, it means we do not consider them important.”

  2. Dear Mundabor,
    perhaps you will find my confessional story interesting as well: http://recoveringnovusordo.com/
    Your post inspired me to post mine.
    Blessings to you for the work you do here. Your blog was instrumental in our journey home to Tradition.
    God Bless.

    • Beautiful post, and extra ecclesiam nulla salus was very pertinent (notice the a instead of u, though; you may want to correct the typo).

      I am afraid you have met a V II priest, and one of the worst. As an Italian, I find it humiliating that a foreigner should travel to Rome and have such experiences.

      I hope Father Fester wasn’t Italian himself.

      M

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