Growing up catholic meant spending years trying to discern what qualified as a “sin” so you had something to tell the priest during confession. “Forgive me father for I have sinned; I lied to my mom, and I stole cookies from the cookie jar” - wtaf?!? #easter

@Phreba we’d say “I had impure thoughts and did impure things.” during CCD confirmation classes. Meanwhile, this was 8th grade!

Oddly, this is also where I learned about glory holes and all kinds of craziness from our parish priest. And if you’re wondering, yes, he was on Shapiro’s list of sexual abusers released in PA a few years ago. Cults come in all shapes.

@bethbjammin @Phreba My first priest collapsed and died during midnight mass when I was 9 (he was drunk). A few years later, I was smoking in the woods when I saw his replacement leaving the secretary's tent during a youth camp trip. Mom told me to stop telling lies. He is now married and works as a gardener in St. Louis. #recoveringcatholic #easter
@bethbjammin oh wow, that’s fucking awful. Which pretty much sums up the lunacy of the priesthood and the Catholic Church in general.

@Phreba

Yeah it was weird, you wanted to have "something" to confess. It was a strange exercise.

@Phreba

Wow, this is bringing back the memories.

We had a priest who actually hated delivering Mass.

He would cut out the "sign of peace, (shaking hands with neighbors) because it took to long and he knew we didn't mean it.

He would shorten everything.

He could deliver Easter Mass in 20 minutes. We would hope to get him, get in get out.

@tor_haxson lol, my kind of priest! We did have one that was famous for 2 min homilies. Suffice to say, Father Frank was a fan favorite.