For the day has come at last when Mary will bring forth her firstborn Son.
So hopefully we will all be excited and joyful now. And reap the reward for the extend to which we prepared ourselves for this blessed night during the last three and a half weeks. I, personally, was busy, very busy – and notice now that, oh, suddenly Christmas is there. For that reason, no uplifting and edifying post from me today. I think, for edifying posts, one has to be really holy, immersed in prayer, or elsewise at least extremely learned or original; otherwise, they will be either cheesy or hypocritical. Wherefore here just some assorted ramblings, inspired by Seraphic’s recent post.
For, na na na na naaa: I went to confession yesterday! It is a marvellous thing indeed (as Berenike’s wonderful series of posts has illustrated), not only if you commited a mortal sin! I have to admit I did not have to queue. There were two priests and probably twelve penitents, but since my mother was waiting for me, I politely and humbly edged towards the confessional before a real queue formed. And was remarkably lucky, for the priest, a Dominican, made some very helpful remarks, and so on, gave me the penance to pray a prayer in the intention of the Holy Father (!!! highly unusual thing in Germany) and then excused himself that he had to read the words of absolution as he usually gave it in Latin. “That’s fine with me!” I said – and made the sign of the cross at the wrong point, embarrasingly. Apparently, the Dominicans give two absolutions? If so, all the better – a real bargain indeed. I came out beaming with happiness to my astonished mother. “I wonder what you have to confess”, she said. So I gave her a short and somewhat flippant catechesis on the Sacrament of Reconciliation, including the story of a priest a friend of me knew who put up a sign on the confessional “If you have not sinned at all, come anyway, so that we can start the beatification process.” (I think he had to take down the sign pretty soon.)
The diocese in which I stay at the moment has one priest for every 660 Catholics (or for every 140 Catholics if you take the number of mean Mass attendents as a basis). In most parishes in Germany it is difficult to go to Confession not because of long queues, but because there are hardly any regular times for confession. My current parish has confessions once a month on a Friday. My last parish had confession, I think, seven times a year: three times in Advent and four times in Lent. I once was in the church, praying, during one of these times of confession. During fourty minutes, no-one came! Out of charity, to show the priest that there were persons still receiving this sacrament, and as I had planned it for the next day anyway, I went myself. (I did not repeat that, since I never found out if, given the changes he made the confession had been valid at all). But this very lack of penitents seems the reason why German priests seems the reason why priests decide that they can read their books in more confortable and better lit places than in the confessional.
And as to Bishop Kieran Conry complaining that people repeating the same sins every week, showing that “actually, there is no conversion taking place” I can only repeat what a priest once told an exasperated friend of mine who had exactly that problem: “Well, if you would come up with new sins every week I would find that much worse!”