The Confiteor Meme...I Confess!
I was tagged by Rick at De Civitate Dei .
I confess that I used to sing and clap my hands at guitar Masses.
I confess to being a former hand holder during the Our Father and a hugger during the Sign of Peace.
I confess that I still listen to and enjoy many of the rock bands from the 60's, 70's, and 80's.
I confess that in my youth I became so nervous during the Sacrament of Reconciliation that I peed my pants and left an ocean in the confessional box for the person following me. Needless to say, I left the church before completing my penance.
I confess that I disposed of some paper waste I found in the foyer of church -- some flyers picturing a "new age nun" doing her yoga exercises in a tight, low cut leotard. (I wanted to draw a long black veil and a turtleneck, full, floor-length habit on her, but decided it wasn't worth the time or effort to help recruit candidates for that Order.)
I confess that I secretly wish that I were in my early 30's again so I could take ongoing Theology of the Body classes and complete homework assignments with my husband.
That's enough confessing for now! I feel a hot flash coming on and nature calling.
I will pass this Meme on to Rebecca at Doxology, Barb at SFO Mom, and Julie at Abortion Hurts and Silent Raindrops. Keep the laughs coming, ladies!
I confess that I used to sing and clap my hands at guitar Masses.
I confess to being a former hand holder during the Our Father and a hugger during the Sign of Peace.
I confess that I still listen to and enjoy many of the rock bands from the 60's, 70's, and 80's.
I confess that in my youth I became so nervous during the Sacrament of Reconciliation that I peed my pants and left an ocean in the confessional box for the person following me. Needless to say, I left the church before completing my penance.
I confess that I disposed of some paper waste I found in the foyer of church -- some flyers picturing a "new age nun" doing her yoga exercises in a tight, low cut leotard. (I wanted to draw a long black veil and a turtleneck, full, floor-length habit on her, but decided it wasn't worth the time or effort to help recruit candidates for that Order.)
I confess that I secretly wish that I were in my early 30's again so I could take ongoing Theology of the Body classes and complete homework assignments with my husband.
That's enough confessing for now! I feel a hot flash coming on and nature calling.
I will pass this Meme on to Rebecca at Doxology, Barb at SFO Mom, and Julie at Abortion Hurts and Silent Raindrops. Keep the laughs coming, ladies!
Holy crap, Jean. :) I laughed so hard at your unfortunate youth-Reconciliation incident that I think I hurt myself. I'm sorry.
ReplyDeleteIt's done.
ReplyDeleteLove the yoga-nun-flyer thing. Nice work.
Yeah, I really liked the potty confession too. In part because I know someone who has had similar issues right on in to adulthood, but a good husband doesn't name names. But most of all because I'm just so darn mature.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you all enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteT.O., Oh, dear, I hope you have recovered.
Barb, I actually did confess the yoga nun - flyer incident, although I can't say that I felt all that remorseful about it.
Rick,
My husband really enjoyed your comment, probably because he can identify with it. You're both in my prayers.
God bless you,
Jean