Last week I went to another parish to participate in a prayer vigil outside an abortion clinic. Along with that there was a Latin Mass with Confession being heard prior to it's start. Being early, I was first into the booth.
Things went downhill from there.
The priest hearing Confession must have missed his coffee. Man, I haven't had my ass chewed like that since I was a kid! He laid into yours truly, letting me know where my little quirks and peccadilloes would take me if I didn't wise up ASAP. Halfway through he paused long enough to say, "I don't know how to be diplomatic about this."
To which I replied, "Father, I didn't come here for diplomacy." Which proves that some people really don't know when to keep their mouths shut.
He then took a deep breath and continued on with his critique of my spiritual life. By the time he was finished I felt like a schoolboy caught sneaking into the local stripper bar.
Sheesh!
Well, at least I was able to take Communion. Found out later that he was just visiting the parish for the purpose of attending the prayer vigil.
Too bad, if he was a regular I'd start going to him for Confession on a regular basis.
Yes, that's the typical warped thinking of a Catholic. Shoot me.
I must share your masochism, because I appreciate a good spiritual direction butt-chewing. (Note I didn't say "enjoy").
ReplyDeleteMasochism for the soul. Hmmm, Is that a bad thing? Subvet how did you ever survive in the service? First thing I learned was keep my mouth shut and don't volunteer anything.
ReplyDeleteI kinda think that would be a good thing for me as well.
ReplyDeleteLucky for me, I have a SD who isn't afraid to tell me when I've gon off the rails!