Daily Prompt: Have nothing worth confessing

Jesuit Church, Solothurn
This is really not my style. This photo was taken in the local Jesuit church of a confessional box because I happened to be in the church to take a few photos. So I confess that my only connection to a church, cathedral or whatever is to take a photo. Although I must say it is an interesting little box. There are two entrances, or are they exits and a curtain in the middle. Why does the priest have to hide behind a curtain. I suppose it all has its reason. If I wanted to confess, which entrance should I use? It is all very confusing. I only know about this confessional stuff from others, but it seems if you commit a few murders the church would not even tell anyone about it and most of what you confess (probably not the murders) will be forgiven around a few corners.

I confess that I have nothing to say on this subject. Lunch was Ok today, I did not burn anything and everyone enjoyed it. I went shopping this morning and bought everything on the list. I had such a perfect morning that there is nothing to confess about. If I had poisoned someone at today’s lunch or shot the butcher because he sold me the wrong meat, I would have had something to confess.

I have just finished cleaning the shower which I hate doing. It is only half an hour, but half an hour of my peaceful life in the afternoon. I uttered a few profanities whilst doing it, is that a reason to confess? Actually I confess every day on my blog, but as I do not do anything spectacular, who cares. I even get likes for my confessionals, so how’s that.

Ok, time to go, I confess I am bored with this theme and probably I am boring you as well. I really have better things to do with my time. Oh there is that neighbour outside that annoys me because she always leaves the entrance door open. OK, I have dealt with the situation. I confess that I just went outside and …….. locked the door.

Daily Prompt: Have nothing worth confessing

10 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Have nothing worth confessing

  1. Long, long ago when confession began (12th century?) people just went to the priest and confessed. The priest was like a phone line directly to God. “Dude, tell God I really fucked up and I’m sorry.” “I absolve you.” “Thanks, padre.” Then the church realized they could make money out of it and confession got a lot fancier, and they made rules and it became a sacrament. Then came the Inquisition… OH well. I confess the whole subject is kind of sickening and I escaped as quickly as I could.

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    • Ah, now it is quite clear. You can do what you want, but make sure you tell the priest all about it afterwards, just to be on the safe side if they catch you. Something must have gone wrong somewhere, with that inquisition and all that. Oh well, being a Brit, thank goodness for Queen Elizabeth I. I think she got the idea from her dad Henry VIII. I bet he never confessed.

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  2. you would enter on the left side (at least from what I remember from my youthful visits to a friend’s church) and the priest on the right…right hand of God sort of nonsense. there’s a screened partition inside so you can’t kill the priest.

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  3. This is not boring. It is amusing to read you perception of the confessionals, which are somehow not as important now as they were only a few decades ago. Presbyterians sometimes ask about the ‘closets’ on the perimeter of otherwise ornate churches. They got more traffic when I was a kid, perhaps because we took our sins more seriously. There are far fewer sins to be concerned with now. I mean things that were sins back then are quite acceptable now. Cheating on a spouse, divorce, homosexuality, drug use, premarital sex, and so on are pretty light duty now. It is sort of sad in some ways. So, churches build with a few confessionals may use only one, while the remainder are empty or used as closets. Our old parish in San Luis Obispo was originally built without confessionals because priests met for absolution in their office chambers. (It was an old Spanish Mission, and that is how it was done in California at that time.) Confessional were added later, but there was a long line for just one or two priests in one or two confessional booths. The confessional booth in you picture actually seems to be two booths, one on the left and one on the right. The priest was wedged into a narrow slot in between with a tiny ‘mercy seat’ attached to the back wall. It might have been something like a telephone booth, in which the priest sat in the middle, almost standing upright, with no room to look one way or the other. He faced outward into the door or curtain, and listened to parishioners, one at a time, to the left and right. One could enter the confessional if the door or curtain was open. Some of the newer ones had lights that came one when occupied. Once inside, parishioners knelt perpendicularly to the priest and waited for him to finish with whomever was on the other side. It could get rather embarrassing if the other person confessed sins loudly.

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    • Very interesting. I live in the Swiss Kanton of Solothurn which is a catholic Kanton. In Switzerland we have two main religions (and a few others of course), that is roman catholic and Swiss Reform Church. Mr. Swiss is Swiss Reform church, although not really practicing. But where I live it is very catholic. We get all their holidays which was quite good when I was a working woman. We have a cathedral in our town, a big one, very important and the Bishop of Basel is the boss. My younger son even sang in the church choir as they took all confessions if you had a good voice. I grew up in the Church of England, high church, and they also did a confessional, although I never went into it in detail. Today I just like to visit a church for a few photos.

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      • The old churches there are so grand and pretty. Ours are completely opposite. We have only a few of the original missions that are more than two centuries old, and they were of rather primitive construction. It is amazing that so many of them have survived the earthquakes as well as they have. They are made of adobe, with very thick walls. They are not very ornate; but are outfitted with remnants of what was important in churches during the Spanish or Mexican period. Some of the most prominent priests from the the time the missions were established are buried under the altar, with their grave sites marked in the floor. Even though I know this is a very honored tradition, I still avoid walking on their graves.

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  4. Duke is in a total tumult over the neighbor who has has decided he does not like. No surprise there — he’s the guy with the pellet gun. But he runs around the house like Lassie telling everyone that Timmy is in the well. We had to calm him down. He was so distressed that The Neighbor was NEAR THE FENCE! He has calmed enough to watch through the window as opposed to running in and out of the house moaning about The Neighbor, The Neighbor. Whether or not I have anything to say about these prompts is entirely a matter of luck. In this case, because we watched that TV show last night and it was all about confession, i had something to say.

    Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had ANYTHING to say at all. If there’s something else to post — even a picture — I will usually skip the prompt and do something else. Although i think I proved yesterday that even when i say nothing, I can say it in at least 200 words!


    • The neighbour I mentioned also has a gun. When she lived before she even threatened a neighbour with the gun. She leaves the laundry room window in the corridor wide open in minus temperatures and the door as well, and there is a notice on the door to say it is forbidden, something to do with fire regulations. Each of us have our own private laundry room with our own machines.
      I was not sure where WP were going with this one. Are they getting a religious delusion or something.


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