“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.
Well, I know couldn’t see the priest through the veil, and as far as I know, he couldn’t see me, but I could be wrong. All I know is, if he knew who I was as, he didn’t seem to let on that he did.