Maybe I just don’t get out enough, but here’s something I’ve never seen before. Open air confessions. It seems they are common in some countries.
If I had saved up a bunch of sins and finally decided to get them off my chest, I’d be irked to find myself on sort of a late-night talk show stage. Especially outside, where lightning could strike the minute I open my mouth. Not that it would.
“Hey Earl, isn’t that your wife over there talkin’ to the priest? Boy, her voice really carries, doesn’t it? Whoa! Hey, what’s your neighbor’s name? That real handsome guy?”
Related post: This is fun, you must confess!
Belarussians attend confession at a Catholic church during the annual Icon of the Mother of God festival in the village of Budslav, Belarus, July 1, 2008. REUTERS/Vasily Fedosenko
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Wow. Talk about a place where a good poker face is essential!…
- Posted by BandageI love how they have guys in back to proctor penance.
- Posted by Shawn Hendricks