Confessional

Bless me father, for I have sinned, it has been about 10 years since my last confession.

No, I have not suddenly found religion, and if I did, I don’t think I would be confession on a blog. Today at work, when talking to a friend, the topic of the confessional came up. She knows I am an atheist and was very surprised that I could still remember the “proper” confessional procedure. I actually even surprised myself when I was able to site the Lord’s Prayer as I was taught. I did need some prodding, but overall, I remembered it. It has been about ten years since I went to church and confession, not counting weddings and funerals. And the only reason I went ten years ago was because the person I was marrying wanted a church wedding. It has been at least another ten years for the next most recent trip to the confessional.

I was never very religious. My mother did make me go to church every Sunday; I was even an altar boy (no molestation involved).  I even went to the Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve. As I grew older, I drifted away from the church and religion. By college, I never went at all.

The real surprise in all of this was that I could remember the actual confessional statement. I can’t remember what I had for breakfast. I have issues remembering people’s names. Sometimes cannot even remember why I entered a room. But something that was drilled into me twenty-five plus years ago, that I can remember. It actually scares me a little.

But no, I have not found religion and I have learned that my long-term memory has not been completely destroyed by alcohol.

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