I don’t know, we didn’t have Zoom back then, so I am not sure what he was doing, though I have my suspicions. I didn’t hear any heavy breathing, and he never invited me into the sacristy. I didn’t know what might have happened, if this had gone on much longer. I got out of there, and didn’t answer his questions. It was there I started lying to the priest in the confessional. I didn’t care if I was committing a mortal sin of sacrilege, I wasn’t going to let this dude know my life story. I saw him around a lot, but he didn’t know who I was. I made sure it stayed that way.
“I saw him around a lot, but he didn’t know who I was.”
Do you think that’s true? They really can’t see who’s on the other side of that curtain or wall or window?
When I was in seminary, the school bought an old monestary (Maryknoll). The summer before the first semester there, we helped prepare it for classes. We were goofing in the confessional booths and it seemed you could get glimpses both ways.
But it’s been a almost 50 years, so I may not recall correctly.