I always go to confession to a priest in a neighboring parish, where the priest would not know me.
I went to confession to a priest of the parish when there were multiple priests for a holy day confession service. It was a face to face encounter. I told my embarassing sins, and when he gave me absolution, he insisted that I look at him eyeball-to-eyeball, before he would finish the words of absolution. There is certainly no such requirement in the rite of Confession and this experience bothers me to this day.
In a book by the late Fr. Thomas Dubay, he seemed to digress into a complaint about confession, and he seemed to be an advocate of the two-minute confession. Just get in there, tell your sins and their frequency and then blah-blah and get out.
Thinking this long about confession, the joke about the guy who hadn’t been to confession in a long time comes to mind. He says as much to the priest, and then says he has a hard time doing an examination of conscience. The priest say, “well, have you killed anybody” He says no and walks out and says to his buddies, “we can leave, he’s only doing murders today.”
That old joke doesn’t help me get serious about confession. I always do feel better after I have made my confession.
I don’t know if the priest would want to know, but I wonder if we should tell him how many more pentitents there are behind us, when we get in there with him?
I always kneel behind the screen. None of this face to face stuff. I don’t know what that’s about.
I think we have a right to anonymous confessions.