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Questioning Confession and Priestly Underwear

I’m squirming on the velvet-padded kneeler, sweating from the wool stockings my private school makes us wear. I make the sign of the cross, whisper, “Bless me Father, for I have sinned,” and venture a guess on how long it’s been since my last confession. Then slowly I start naming my offenses. “I lied to my mom twice. I stole a piece of candy from my brother. I-I-I…” I’m stammering, searching my conscience for anything […]