In the confessional booth and other small miracles
I hadn't gone to confession in a long time and so I went last Saturday. I was timid, all right I was scared shitless. Priests are men. I don't talk to men, but when I do talk to men, they are priests, apparently. Now before we go further, I come and go out of that church like Tinkerbell. I don't go to church every week. I detest the politics of the church and most Christian churches really. The Bible, or more importantly, the Old Testament is just full of nonsense starting with Adam and Eve. Oddly enough, in the Catholic Bible there are three or more extra books that are poetic, inspiring and just plain beautiful. So, there I was across from our parish Priest and lead Pastor of our Parish. My confession was fairly straight forward. "Bless me Father for I have sinned, It's been..... eehhhhm... YEARS since my last confession." This was awkward because there'a protocol here and I clearly didn't know it. My good friend, who had talked me into this, and w