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.
