Speaking of recnciliation. Funny story. My priest in my old parish. I sure do miss him. Anyway. We were having a Pennace service, their were priests from the local area and all. So I went up for my turn. I did my thing and then we got to talking about Free Republic and the many occassions for sin. OMG! We totally forgot that there is a bunch of people all around. Not that anyone could hear us, but when I finally got back to the pew, my nephew looks at me with huge eyes and says “what did you do?” LOL
I was in line for confession with my boys one Saturday, and the person ahead of us was an 85-year-old woman in a wheelchair. She was in the room with Father for a long time, and one of my sons said, “Wow, she has a LOT of sins!”