Strangest place you ever made a Confession?

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Father’s Car. He was running me from the church over to an Explorer meeting, since Dad got caught in a base lockdown.

He noticed I was bothered by something, and asked…
 
In a parish parking lot in Singapore the night before flying back home. The scheduled priest did not show up for regular confession and when I was walking out another priest that was leaving the rectory and getting in the car asked me if I needed help. After explaining my situation instead of going on with his schedule he stopped and heard my confession.
 
You know, just reading through these posts inspires me. We have some really excellent priests out there, don’t we??? 👍
 
This isn’t my story, but in reading a biography of my favorite football coach, Vince Lombardi, it described his time teaching and coaching at St. Cecilia’s High School in New Jersey.

One of his fellow teachers and assistant coaches, whose name I cannot remember right now, was a priest, and they’d often be sitting in Lombardi’s office talking football, when Lombardi would abruptly say, “Father, I think I need to confess.”

The priest administered the sacrament, Lombardi completed his penance at his desk, and they’d return to talking football.
 
You know, just reading through these posts inspires me. We have some really excellent priests out there, don’t we??? 👍
Ya know what’s funny? I was reading through the new posts to this thread, and getting a bit choked up by it all. I read yours and the tears just came.:o

God is so very good to us. May He bring us more good holy priests.

~Liza
 
Ya know what’s funny? I was reading through the new posts to this thread, and getting a bit choked up by it all. I read yours and the tears just came.:o

God is so very good to us. May He bring us more good holy priests.

~Liza
Our priests really are wonderful. Let’s pray for them every day; their job is getting more difficult all the time.
 
You know, just reading through these posts inspires me. We have some really excellent priests out there, don’t we??? 👍
While on this topic… Went to confession today (Thank God) to a parish I don’t belong to since new to this neighborhood. Get this, 2 priest on duty to hear confessions between 330pm-5pm every Saturday afternoon:) ! The Priest was so kind and very helpful to me.

Praise God and bless our good Priests…
 
This isn’t my story, but in reading a biography of my favorite football coach, Vince Lombardi, it described his time teaching and coaching at St. Cecilia’s High School in New Jersey.

One of his fellow teachers and assistant coaches, whose name I cannot remember right now, was a priest, and they’d often be sitting in Lombardi’s office talking football, when Lombardi would abruptly say, “Father, I think I need to confess.”

The priest administered the sacrament, Lombardi completed his penance at his desk, and they’d return to talking football.
Always love a good Lombardi story…thanks
 
Wow I think these stories are really cool, too.

Thank God for the priesthood!
 
since i have came back to the Church i have had my confession heard mostly in face to face settings…just last night in front of the tabernacle…in the preist’s car on the way to mass in a diiferent parish,three times…pew at the back of the Church,in the priest’s office,in the sacristy…the only “unusual” place has been in the tradtional confesional booth…in my home parish everybody else is so good that the confessionals now are used for storage:eek:
 
…in my home parish everybody else is so good that the confessionals now are used for storage:eek:
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This always make me sooooo sad!!! To think that there are those who have access to such a wonderful and beautiful sacrament, and they just ignore that opportunity, as well as the consequences.

There are Catholics in countries who have to hide and practice their Faith in secret - they die for their Faith, and don’t even have regular access to Mass or even a priest!! And here we have parishes that turn their confessionals into broom closets. A travesty it is.

~Liza :crying:
 
The posts in here, with the exception of the one about confessionals being turned into closets, are very inspiring. As a new Catholic, my first confession is still fresh in my mind, and I was very nervous right before I went in, but afterwards I totally “got it.” I realized the purpose of confession and I realized just how much I had been missing in my 18 years of being Protestant. Protestants really are missing out on a wonderful thing. I’ve never felt so relieved. Like a huge burden is lifted each time I go to confession.
 
The parochial vicar at my parish told me that he oftens sits on the bleachers at our school while the children are at recess. Many times he has been approached by children wanting him to hear their confessions. And he will hear them right there.
 
The parochial vicar at my parish told me that he oftens sits on the bleachers at our school while the children are at recess. Many times he has been approached by children wanting him to hear their confessions. And he will hear them right there.
That’s awesome!
 
I have to say I am very blessed to be able to go to confession and have a priest hear it even it is the same one, I am spoiled in a way to have my confession in a confessional, not outside.

Reading these made me chuckle a little however when there is no confessional you have to use what you are given

I agree we must pray for our priests and thank God for them being apart of our church lives.
 
In a hotel room, on a Marriage Encounter with my husband. I was really glad we went to confession, I think we were the only ones that signed up, because the next morning the priest surprised us by asking if we would like to renew our wedding vows! We were on 15 years of marriage that year. Man talk about holding back tears! I can’t tell you how blessed I feel just thinking about it now.
 
My parents were not very religious as I was growing up and didn’t start me in on CCD until fairly late. So as a young kid I was sadly completely clueless in questions of the faith. But whenever I’d visit my Irish-Catholic grandmother, God bless her, she would teach me a thing or two.

One day we were talking about the Sacraments – I knew that I would start preparing for my First Communion soon – but she mentioned something about Confession, which I’d never heard of before. “What’s that, Nana?” I asked. She was shocked, and tried to explain. "Well, it’s when you go into the Confessional – " and she realized I wouldn’t know what that was either, so she started over. “It’s when you go into the little box with the priest and tell him your sins.”

Well, if you can imagine a little clueless five-year-old hearing about some mysterious “little box”: for the longest time I had this vivid image in my head of me and a priest packed like human pretzels into a tiny cardboard box while I told him about stealing my brother’s toys or whatever…haha. I guess that would be the strangest hypothetical place for a Confession…

Humorous anecdote aside, I truly second the beautiful comments about the dedication of our priests. God bless them.
 
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