My Catholic first Communion was circa 1962. I was 7-years-old, but my first confession was the stepping stone, which brings back dress rehearsals and the sins of omission. We second-graders had to cleanse our souls through confession before receiving the Body of Christ at Communion. Easing one’s conscience officially would happen in the confessional, a somewhat spooky-looking structure to my 7-year-old eyes. The confessional is like three small closets pressed together at the back of [...]
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