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seeker63
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I completed RCIA Wednesday, get confirmed today, and had my first confession Saturday (12/18) morning.
For the longest time the idea of confession terrified me, and indeed, it kept me from converting for the longest time. Once I got into RCIA I kept planning to go to my first confession, but I’d always find a new booklet on the subject and would put off going until I’d read it. My confirmation class director said I was probably expecting too much and would be in for a let-down.
All this week I was out sick, so I had to get my confession done Saturday or not at all. I was going back to work and was due there at noon; a church near my job site was having confession from 11:30 to 12, so I needed to confess early in order to get to work on time.
On the bus ride from home downtown, I read all the materials I had, preparing for the Sacrament, saying all the suggested prayers. I was just sure I’d burst into tears once I got in there.
I got to the church and hour-and-a-half early. The parish hall was set up like a chapel. In back was a closet with a chair hidden by a folding shoji screen and with a kneeler in front of it.
I went back through my material, praying. A crowd gathered, including a tiny, old priest who looked like Jean-Paul Sartre with a moustache, whom others referred to as “the Monsignor.” A line built up without my noticing it, but the man in front got my attention and gestured for me to go ahead of him.
I had scarcely gotten into the door before the priest began saying some things very quickly. I finally got to my knees, and explained it was my first confession and so forth. I thought he was going to make some suggestions, but when they weren’t forthcoming I just pulled out a list of my sins of four decades and began rattling them off.
I didn’t cry, but I’m sure he could tell from my voice that I was sorry and embarrassed for my sins. Still, he didn’t seem to react. I was just sure he was going to stop me and get onto me about one sin or other, or have me expand on one, or maybe comfort me about another.
But I just kept on. I’m sure now I accidentally left a few off, and I know I started repeating myself. I did feel rushed. He went very quickly into something—I was trying to hear if it was Scripture, but I figured it was a prayer. He gave me an “Our Father” and a “Hail Mary” as penance, absolved me, and set me on my way.
One of my RCIA teachers had told me I’d feel afterwards like a great burden had been lifted off me. I, on the other hand, just felt sort of puzzled and surprised. It was not at all what I was expecting.
Maybe I was expecting to get the book thrown at me, so to speak. I guess I have a certain idea of what I *“deserve” *for mysins that’s a lot worse than the penance I got. But had I gotten the penance I really deserve—wow, I don’t know if I could handle it.
Anyway, it was an unusual experience. Kind of anti-climactic. I know I’m absolved. I just have to let the shock wear off so I can process the idea properly.
In the meantime, please pray for me and my confirmation class today.
Thanks and God bless.
For the longest time the idea of confession terrified me, and indeed, it kept me from converting for the longest time. Once I got into RCIA I kept planning to go to my first confession, but I’d always find a new booklet on the subject and would put off going until I’d read it. My confirmation class director said I was probably expecting too much and would be in for a let-down.
All this week I was out sick, so I had to get my confession done Saturday or not at all. I was going back to work and was due there at noon; a church near my job site was having confession from 11:30 to 12, so I needed to confess early in order to get to work on time.
On the bus ride from home downtown, I read all the materials I had, preparing for the Sacrament, saying all the suggested prayers. I was just sure I’d burst into tears once I got in there.
I got to the church and hour-and-a-half early. The parish hall was set up like a chapel. In back was a closet with a chair hidden by a folding shoji screen and with a kneeler in front of it.
I went back through my material, praying. A crowd gathered, including a tiny, old priest who looked like Jean-Paul Sartre with a moustache, whom others referred to as “the Monsignor.” A line built up without my noticing it, but the man in front got my attention and gestured for me to go ahead of him.
I had scarcely gotten into the door before the priest began saying some things very quickly. I finally got to my knees, and explained it was my first confession and so forth. I thought he was going to make some suggestions, but when they weren’t forthcoming I just pulled out a list of my sins of four decades and began rattling them off.
I didn’t cry, but I’m sure he could tell from my voice that I was sorry and embarrassed for my sins. Still, he didn’t seem to react. I was just sure he was going to stop me and get onto me about one sin or other, or have me expand on one, or maybe comfort me about another.
But I just kept on. I’m sure now I accidentally left a few off, and I know I started repeating myself. I did feel rushed. He went very quickly into something—I was trying to hear if it was Scripture, but I figured it was a prayer. He gave me an “Our Father” and a “Hail Mary” as penance, absolved me, and set me on my way.
One of my RCIA teachers had told me I’d feel afterwards like a great burden had been lifted off me. I, on the other hand, just felt sort of puzzled and surprised. It was not at all what I was expecting.
Maybe I was expecting to get the book thrown at me, so to speak. I guess I have a certain idea of what I *“deserve” *for mysins that’s a lot worse than the penance I got. But had I gotten the penance I really deserve—wow, I don’t know if I could handle it.
Anyway, it was an unusual experience. Kind of anti-climactic. I know I’m absolved. I just have to let the shock wear off so I can process the idea properly.
In the meantime, please pray for me and my confirmation class today.
Thanks and God bless.