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Most of my experiences with the Sacrament of Confession range from healing to incredibly healing and restorative. There have been, however, a handful of…shall we say…extra opportunities to receive the grace of humility. Today’s was one such experience.
I went to the Sacrament at a more conservative church in my area, intending to start the long holiday weekend with it as well as morning Mass. And it was fine…until we got to the act of contrition.
When I was a new Catholic, I always read the standard act of contrition (“Oh my God…”). But recently, I wrote and began reciting my own brief prayer. But this priest was having none of it! He was like “OK, now say your act of contrition, ‘Oh my God…’” and I tried to tell him that I usually say my own while fumbling for the note on my phone, telling him to give me a moment. He was not particularly patient. He kept telling me to just say it and was like “I need to HEAR it.” I just read the generic one and left the church immediately, only pausing to do my penance once I was far away (no morning Mass for me today)! I’m laughing now but was pretty shocked for a good fifteen minutes afterwards.
In hindsight, this is a very mild “bad” confession…but I understand why many Catholics fear the sacrament, especially if they haven’t been to it in a while. Some priests will come at you for not being the ideal type of Catholic that they imagine in their heads. I had another experience at this same parish where I was having a particularly difficult time with my faith and even having a lot of doubts (I actually broke down in tears in the confessional, the only time that’s happened), but what I got was a lecture on how the abuse crisis happened because of people not being certain and strong about their faith.
As someone who didn’t grow up Catholic, what the Church asks of us with the sacrament is a tremendous act of trust and vulnerability, particularly if we’re someone who the priest may not be able to relate to for whatever reason. I’ve seen some people say something along the lines of we get the confession we deserve…but that’s a frightening thought when we’re often speaking to someone behind a screen who may not know the depths of what we’re going through (and may have little to no compassion for experiences that they, as male priests living out a vocation, may not be able to relate to, respect, understand, or care about).
Does anyone have similar experiences and/or thoughts on how we can view bad confession experiences, particularly when we’re going through other challenges in life then get a rough confession on top of it?
I went to the Sacrament at a more conservative church in my area, intending to start the long holiday weekend with it as well as morning Mass. And it was fine…until we got to the act of contrition.
When I was a new Catholic, I always read the standard act of contrition (“Oh my God…”). But recently, I wrote and began reciting my own brief prayer. But this priest was having none of it! He was like “OK, now say your act of contrition, ‘Oh my God…’” and I tried to tell him that I usually say my own while fumbling for the note on my phone, telling him to give me a moment. He was not particularly patient. He kept telling me to just say it and was like “I need to HEAR it.” I just read the generic one and left the church immediately, only pausing to do my penance once I was far away (no morning Mass for me today)! I’m laughing now but was pretty shocked for a good fifteen minutes afterwards.
In hindsight, this is a very mild “bad” confession…but I understand why many Catholics fear the sacrament, especially if they haven’t been to it in a while. Some priests will come at you for not being the ideal type of Catholic that they imagine in their heads. I had another experience at this same parish where I was having a particularly difficult time with my faith and even having a lot of doubts (I actually broke down in tears in the confessional, the only time that’s happened), but what I got was a lecture on how the abuse crisis happened because of people not being certain and strong about their faith.
As someone who didn’t grow up Catholic, what the Church asks of us with the sacrament is a tremendous act of trust and vulnerability, particularly if we’re someone who the priest may not be able to relate to for whatever reason. I’ve seen some people say something along the lines of we get the confession we deserve…but that’s a frightening thought when we’re often speaking to someone behind a screen who may not know the depths of what we’re going through (and may have little to no compassion for experiences that they, as male priests living out a vocation, may not be able to relate to, respect, understand, or care about).
Does anyone have similar experiences and/or thoughts on how we can view bad confession experiences, particularly when we’re going through other challenges in life then get a rough confession on top of it?
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