Funny Story About Confession!

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So, this Saturday I was at another horse show - hanging out at the in-gate with my horse waiting for my next class. My buddy strolls up, happily munching on a big chunk of pepperoni pizza.
“Hey! Where’s mine??” I said… Michelle spins on her heel and walks away in the direction of the Snack Shack and brings me back a fresh piece of pizza. “Friendship preserved again”, I thought as I wolfed down Mr. Pizza. 😉

So, after my last riding class of the day, I looked at my watch. “I can make it to confession at St Michael’s if I put up my horse now, and then go to Mass”. So I take off.

I get to St. Michaels right on time. I love to go to this church. The priest is a lovely man, and a gifted confessor. I go to him specifically for face-to-face penance when I have something I really want to talk about.
The pastor was his usual warm and engaging self. He makes nice eye contact if your eyes seek it - but if he is sensitive to your shame and won’t stare you down when you are hurting. Very kind man. I could see him look at me with warmth, but seemed a bit puzzeled at me this time - but despenced his usually kind loving advice and peace to me. And then I left to go to the chapel to await Mass.
I had only visited this church a couple of times. Small church, so the people notice someone different. I could sense them looking at me once in awhile in curiousity - just like Fr. did in confession. Maybe a bit TOO curiously. :confused:

Father delivers a lovely homily and a most holy mass is celebrated. I leave feeling especially graced by this nice church and holy priest. “They sure like to check you over though”, I thought, “Must not be used to strangers showing up”
I make my way back to my pick-up to head back to the horse show. Jump into the drivers seat and flip down the vanity mirror to check my make up. AND TO MY HORROR discovered a big red streak of PIZZA SAUCE ACROSS MY FACE!!! :eek:

I had gone through my last horse show class of the day, through face-to-face confession, and mass - WITH a 1/4 cup of PIZZA sauce smeared across my cheek! :o

I’m still trying to figure out why the priest didn’t tell me, and what the Lord is trying to teach me. Maybe just to laugh at myself.
 
…sometimes it better not to ask… especially in confession…
 
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So, this Saturday I was at another horse show - hanging out at the in-gate with my horse waiting for my next class. My buddy strolls up, happily munching on a big chunk of pepperoni pizza.
“Hey! Where’s mine??” I said… Michelle spins on her heel and walks away in the direction of the Snack Shack and brings me back a fresh piece of pizza. “Friendship preserved again”, I thought as I wolfed down Mr. Pizza. 😉

So, after my last riding class of the day, I looked at my watch. “I can make it to confession at St Michael’s if I put up my horse now, and then go to Mass”. So I take off.

I get to St. Michaels right on time. I love to go to this church. The priest is a lovely man, and a gifted confessor. I go to him specifically for face-to-face penance when I have something I really want to talk about.
The pastor was his usual warm and engaging self. He makes nice eye contact if your eyes seek it - but if he is sensitive to your shame and won’t stare you down when you are hurting. Very kind man. I could see him look at me with warmth, but seemed a bit puzzeled at me this time - but despenced his usually kind loving advice and peace to me. And then I left to go to the chapel to await Mass.
I had only visited this church a couple of times. Small church, so the people notice someone different. I could sense them looking at me once in awhile in curiousity - just like Fr. did in confession. Maybe a bit TOO curiously. :confused:

Father delivers a lovely homily and a most holy mass is celebrated. I leave feeling especially graced by this nice church and holy priest. “They sure like to check you over though”, I thought, “Must not be used to strangers showing up”
I make my way back to my pick-up to head back to the horse show. Jump into the drivers seat and flip down the vanity mirror to check my make up. AND TO MY HORROR discovered a big red streak of PIZZA SAUCE ACROSS MY FACE!!! :eek:

I had gone through my last horse show class of the day, through face-to-face confession, and mass - WITH a 1/4 cup of PIZZA sauce smeared across my cheek! :o

I’m still trying to figure out why the priest didn’t tell me, and what the Lord is trying to teach me. Maybe just to laugh at myself.
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This one happened today. Fortunately not to myself :whistle:

There are confession just before the 4 PM Mass. Unfortunately, the parish I belong to does not have much parking and alot of people double park (No I do not double park :tsktsk: ).

Just before Mass started, the pastor made an announcement that a person went to confession but is still trapped here after making his peace with God.

Reason? There was a silver Toyota Minivan blocking the person in. He gave the licence plate and the person was stitting in the row where the pastor was standing. Everyone laughed when the person got up to let the person out.

PF
 
I’m laughing too hard. This was funny - pizza sauce. And somehow I knew it before you got there.
 
How funny!

I’ve gone from the barn to events and later realized I had some big ol’ smudge of dirt on my face that I hadn’t noticed in the five second ‘primp’ time. Amazing no one mentioned the red sauce. Perhaps they thought you’d been injured and didn’t want to ask.

Lisa N
 
Well…since we’re on the topic of funny stories about confession…

Some years ago, we had moved to a new city. I began attending mass at a Catholic Church there but didn’t go to confession right away. As the Easter season approached, I realized that I needed to go to confession so showed up one Saturday to find a long line. I was also surprised to see that confessions were being heard in the traditional confessional and I was a little nervous about this because I am a convert who never experienced the “old fashioned” confessional. I waited in line and when my time came, I entered the confessional. There was only a curtain across the door but it still seemed dark inside. I told the priest that I had never been in a confessional and proceeded to confess my sins, the worst being that I had been judgmental toward my neighbors. Well…the priest happened to be a young priest with a loud voice. I had always noticed at mass that he really didn’t need a microphone because he naturally spoke loudly. As he addressed my sins, he talked about how Jesus was judged and then began talking about the death penalty as it exists today and how governors have power related to the death penalty. Well…you can probably guess that as I left the confessional I felt like everyone had heard him council me about the death penalty. It seemed like as I glanced toward the line of people, their eyes were big and I could only imagine that they were wondering “whew, I wonder what she did?” Needless to say, I slipped out of the church very quickly! :o :eek:
 
Some years ago I went to confession in my rather small church and it was an open confessional. I couldn’t hear the priest very well and he neither, so I had to repeat a thing like 3 times. Then I decided to speak louder. Big mistake, because at the consecration I was the only one who was making her voice clear and the priest told me to speak with a lower voice. When I finished I thought that all the parish knew my sins:blush:. I asked my friend if she understood something and she said no. What a relief…but that day I took the resolution never ever confess again in an open confessional.
 
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