Posted in Religion, on February 24th, 2017

Old Catholic priest tried to pick my brain about confession

confessionWhen I was a small boy, about the age of 7, I was being brought up as a Catholic. One of the priests I knew was a man by the name of Father Nicholas. He was a cool guy, with a sense of humor.

Later on, I found out my grandfather kept him very happy by bringing him a fifth of bourbon every week. So, to Father Nicholas, my family could do no wrong. This was over 50 years ago, and Father Nicholas was an old man then. I’m sure he has died, and I have a feeling he died with a smile on his face.

 

Father’s sense of humor backfired

One day, Father Nicholas decided to pick my brain apart. Here’s our conversation.

Father: ‘Are you a good boy?’

Me: ‘Yes Father.’

Father: ‘What do you do if you commit a mortal sin?’

Me: ‘I go to confession.’

Father: ‘What if you die before you go to confession?’

Me: ‘I go to hell.’

Father: ‘What will you do then?’

Me: ‘I go to confession.’

Father: ‘Well, who’s going to hear your confession?’

Me: ‘Father Nicholas.’

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