Confessions

 

As a Catholic child at age 12 or 13

there was a lot about life and death

I had yet to learn, a lot I had not

been told by my parents and clergy.

In Confession, I had my secrets to

be kept for fear of being discovered

a serious sinner. And after all, mom

and dad, Sister Ann Vincetta and

Father Sullivan did not allow me to

know about the questionable things

they may had done.

I had kept the seeing of my older cousin’s

issue of Playboy Magazine to myself.

Was I bound for hell in not admitting what

I was taught to be a sin? I did my penance

for other transgressions which I did confess.

Was there really an all-knowing God, a

heaven above and a hell below as I and

others had been told? As an adult now,

and advanced in years, I must admit I

lost my belief in a Supreme Deity

and the duly ascribed, “Hereafter.” Surely,

I have learned first hand that there is good

and evil, a viable heaven and hell in this life-

time here on Earth.

And too, I must confess for certain,

there’s got to be allowances for

learning that boys will be boys. In

that I believe. Hail Mary and Glory Be!

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Chris Hanch 4-20-2023