Excuses From Childhood -- Confession Is Not Always Good For The Soul
When I was little, I'd come up with any excuse and though I wasn't a liar, I knew that if my mom made me go to confession, I'd lie. To a Priest!
It was awful. We went every Saturday for a few years. I was brought up Roman Catholic, so if you were to be a good Catholic, you went to confession, from a fairly young age. My problem, other than being terrified of the Priest, who had a booming voice, knew who we all were, as it was a very small church, was that I couldn't think of anything to confess.
This Priest wanted sins confessed. He'd even ask you how many times you did them in a week or a day! I went over the ten commandments so many times and I didn't find anything in them to confess to.
So, I went to confession every week and lied. One of the things I lied about, was that I told him that I lied, when I didn't. How many times a day? I'd make up some number. Another lie.
I talked back to my parents every week, that was one of the lies I told the most, figuring, that most kids probably did it. I even swore at them. In reality, if I'd done that, I'd have gotten beaten badly enough, so I wouldn't be able to get to confession.
I took the Lord's name in vain all the time. I really never did, but I told him I did. I think that made two lies. If I couldn't think of anything else and he kept wanting something else, I stole something. I never stole anything, but in that confessional, I did.
If he asked what else, I stole something else.
One week, I actually had a real sin and I proudly told him about it. I'd called my neighbor, who was calling me a poo-poo in the pot, a stupid ass. A real sin! I got my mouth washed out with soap for that, by mom, but I still sinned.
He wasn't impressed and I was disappointed. After all that time of making up sins, when I had a real one, it was lumped in with the others that I made up. I wondered why he couldn't tell.
Each week, no matter how many sins I made up, I was told to 'Go Forth And Sin No More' and given penance. Odd, it was always the same. Go to the altar, kneel and say three 'Hail Mary's', 'Three Our Father's' and 'Three Glory Be's'. This is part of the reason why I'm not a Catholic anymore.
Seriously, has this happened to anyone else? I can't be the only one.
mn - 2011
For this week let's write about excuses, any kind, some you use,
some that you used as a kid, anything at all. This is an excuse
because I can't think of another prompt :), Excuse me please ;)
Please write a poem or short story using excuses as your prompt in your
post. A poem can be any length and try to keep your stories to around 500 words.
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