Yesterday, I posted about my visit to a church in midtown Manhattan to receive the Sacrament of Reconciliation.
Today, my blog neighbor Fr. Michael Duffy tells the story from the other side of the screen:
I walked into the church at ten to three and already fifty people were waiting. I went into the priest’s sacristy, took my coat off and put on my surplice and violet stole. Walking into the church I could feel the eyes of everyone in the church looking at me, wondering where I would go to begin hearing confessions and offering absolution. First though, I had to turn the lights on then the sound system so the Gregorian chant could fill the church for the next six hours.
Two priests were supposed to take a dinner break at 5 for 60 minutes and the other two at 6 for 60 minutes. So long were the lines that the first chance for a priest to even move from their station wasn’t until 7:15. I didn’t move until 8. We each took 30 minutes for a quick dinner and then returned to continue hearing confessions until 9:30.
Been to confession yet? Go!