Following is an e-mail message one of my best friends sent me telling me about the last time she went to confession with our childhood priest, Fr. Dominic. Fr. Dominic is dear old sweet man, but like someone said, he spends a little too much time in a confession box.
So I go to confession to good ol’ Fr. Dominc and here’s a part of the convo for your entertainment :-p
Me: ..Bless me Father..the usual….. 3yrs since my last confession
Fr.: don’t be shy.. say it loud
Me: uhh.. ok.. 3 YEARS since my last confession…
Fr: How old are u?
Me: I’ll be 24 in Dec
Fr: DO YOU HAVE A LIFE PARTNER????
Me: uhh.. you mean a boyfriend? uhh.. yes i do.. but dont worry my parents know about him. (Can I just say I love how you felt like you needed to justify having a boyfriend?)
Fr: REMEMBER when you kiss you must ONLY kiss each other’s fingertips.. everything else is for after marriage.. don’t forget, save your sweet lips for after you are married!
Me: uhh…. i guess.
(FINALLY 15min later)
Me: Are we done father?
And clearly, by the end of that I couldn’t even remember what my penance was so I just said an our father and 10 hail marys.
I would just like to say there are several other girls who experienced this at one of Fr. Dominic’s famous confessionals, one of which was me. Other pearls of wisdoms include: “Sweetie, you’re too young to talk to boys (I was 22)” and my personal favorite “Don’t fall in love with boys…fall in love with your books” (thanks again Bernice).
Note to my poor future husband: Sorry honey. If you want to communicate with me before marriage, write me a book and I’ll fall in love with it. I might even kiss your fingertips. Priest’s orders.