Male/Face-to-Face
Though, if you asked me that a year ago, I would have said “I’ll never confess face-to-face.” Of course, at that point it had been 25 years since my last confession.
I went to my first real confession during the Good Friday rush. I had been to confession only twice before–my first confession as a child, and a confession was required prior to confirmation which was around age 14-15 in my case. In both those cases i was too immature to make a good confession.
It was quite busy on Good Friday. The church had two priests hearing confession, although the is only one confessional. The pastor, who normally doesn’t hear the weekly confessions, was in the baby room. I was about 7th or 8th in line when he came open, but everyone in front of me was waiting for their normal confessor in the confessional. I was quite nervous about making my first confession in so long, and I had been putting it off for a while. I decided that it was finally time, and I just wanted to get started. So I went ahead into the baby room, where the only option was face-to-face.
I liked it, in an uncomfortable sort of way. Being face-to-face, I felt less like I could “hide” and had to be completely open.
And I have to say, coming out of the confessional is one of the best feelings in the universe.
As if this post wasn’t long enough–I do have one humorous anecdote. So I’m in the baby room, kneeling before the pastor. he’s guiding me through the confession, when I ask him if it’s okay if I used a list of my sins that I had been preparing. As you would expect, he says “of course”. So I take out my PDA and open my confession document, and he just starts laughing (good naturedly). “I’ve seen index cards, crumpled up scraps of paper, napkins–everything, but this is the first time someone has used a Palm Pilot. It truly is a new millenium.”
Well, I thought it was humorous.