(March 20, 2015 at 1:40 pm)Judi Lynn Wrote: When I attended catholic school for three years (thanks mom, for nothing), every Wednesday we had to go to confessional during school hours.
Now tell me, what in the actual fuck would a fourth grader have to do to wind up having to go to confessional every single week? I mean, the reality of it is... my biggest sin as a fourth grader was forgetting to do my homework. I hardly think that that would qualify me to go to confession and be told to do 25 hail mary's and 25 our father's on a rosary. SMDH.
In my worthless opinion, an unfortunate result of religion interpreting the Fall as an original "sin" or curse, rather than as an original blessing. I like the title of Richard Rohr's book, "Falling Upward," because it correctly states the position of one who is weightless, where "up" or "down" no longer have meaning. We are weightless when we have shed the burden of judging ourselves and others on the basis of dualistic thought.
I remember talking to a Catholic guy in his sixties who told me of his first confession. It was something he had carried as a burden throughout his life. It seems he had waited in line as a second grader for about an hour when he finally got his turn. He went in and was totally terrified and didn't know what to say. The priest told to him to "Get out until you can remember your sins!" So, it really became a role reversal in that, as a result of his humiliating experience in the confessional, the second grader was put into a position of needing to forgive an adult priest...something he hadn't been able to do until that point in his life. That is the way life is. We all are given a cross to bear. They are all different, but we each know what it is because it is the thing that keeps popping up in our thoughts and emotions like some stalking tormentor who finds glee in keeping us from rest.
