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EstherTherese
Guest
This morning, I had probably my worst confession experience yet.
I started my confession as normal, saying what was on the forefront of my mind. Though I have participated in this sacrament many times, I always get a little nervous. When I was trying to find a way to transition to different sins, I started talking about a bad habit I had. It wasn’t technically a sin, but I wanted to preface what I would say next. Without going into detail, I talked about how I tend to misunderstand God’s grace. I’ll sin or do something wrong without much resolve to change as much as I should because I know I’ll be forgiven. This is something I know is wrong, and something I’ve said in confession before without an averse reaction from the priest.
The priest got a little louder, saying “Is this a joke to you?! You need to be serious. This is serious!”
I started tearing, saying that I was serious, that I was just trying to explain something.
He continued, “You need to have resolve!”
He continued for a bit, but I didn’t understand everything. He had an accent, but I wasn’t sure from where. The language barrier made him sound terse, probably without intent.
While I was trying to say I was serious and knew I was at fault, he started interrogating me.
“Do you pray every day?”
“Morning and night prayer?”
“Do you read Scripture?”
I said yes to all three; I’m scared of what he would have said if I said no to any of them.
I tried to gather myself, but hesitated to speak again. He told me some advice and a penance, then asked me to say an Act of Contrition. I was still trying to gather myself, until he retorted “Say it!”
I left crying, humiliated. I didn’t feel forgiven; I felt judged.
The priest probably has a point; perhaps I have a disordered approach to confession, but I wanted to be as honest with him as possible.
I’m having a very hard time recovering from this. Am I justified for feeling upset?
Many of my friends and peers have abandoned the faith (we are all in our early to mid-twenties), so this incident made me feel even more alone. I’m trying to fight the thoughts of doubt that they express about the Church.
I started my confession as normal, saying what was on the forefront of my mind. Though I have participated in this sacrament many times, I always get a little nervous. When I was trying to find a way to transition to different sins, I started talking about a bad habit I had. It wasn’t technically a sin, but I wanted to preface what I would say next. Without going into detail, I talked about how I tend to misunderstand God’s grace. I’ll sin or do something wrong without much resolve to change as much as I should because I know I’ll be forgiven. This is something I know is wrong, and something I’ve said in confession before without an averse reaction from the priest.
The priest got a little louder, saying “Is this a joke to you?! You need to be serious. This is serious!”
I started tearing, saying that I was serious, that I was just trying to explain something.
He continued, “You need to have resolve!”
He continued for a bit, but I didn’t understand everything. He had an accent, but I wasn’t sure from where. The language barrier made him sound terse, probably without intent.
While I was trying to say I was serious and knew I was at fault, he started interrogating me.
“Do you pray every day?”
“Morning and night prayer?”
“Do you read Scripture?”
I said yes to all three; I’m scared of what he would have said if I said no to any of them.
I tried to gather myself, but hesitated to speak again. He told me some advice and a penance, then asked me to say an Act of Contrition. I was still trying to gather myself, until he retorted “Say it!”
I left crying, humiliated. I didn’t feel forgiven; I felt judged.
The priest probably has a point; perhaps I have a disordered approach to confession, but I wanted to be as honest with him as possible.
I’m having a very hard time recovering from this. Am I justified for feeling upset?
Many of my friends and peers have abandoned the faith (we are all in our early to mid-twenties), so this incident made me feel even more alone. I’m trying to fight the thoughts of doubt that they express about the Church.