How long is your confession line?

That’s the interesting question that Rambling Follower is asking this weekend — and the RF provides one answer from her own experience:

Over the past month, at our new parish, we have encountered something new: long lines for the confessional. The other week, it took me more than an hour to have my turn. This morning, we figured we’d be smart and get a jumpstart on the regulars by showing up 10 minutes early, before the pastor began offering the sacrament. Not early enough: already the nuns were ahead of us in line, along with a handful of other folks. (As an aside, my husband is one of those people who always runs into someone he knows, no matter where we go in the world. Today it was a fellow coach he ran into in the confession line before we bailed for lunch.)

After we feasted on stromboli, we walked back to the church. There still was a line, with new faces. A  few older men, college students, some young women. People of various races, all waiting for a moment to unburden ourselves of our sins. It still took an hour.

At my parish, there’s always a line.  We have confession six days a week.  But I never go at my parish; I head into Manhattan, to St. Francis of Assisi. They have Reconciliation every day — including all day Saturday, and part of Sunday — and I’ve never not had to wait in line for 10 or 15 minutes, at least.

How about you?