She made it thorough her act of contrition and came skipping out of the box, her little soul pure as snow. I'm sure the angels in heaven rejoiced in her innocence. She sure is a sweetheart.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
The Confessional is NOT Soundproof
Saturday we packed everyone into the 12 passenger and made our way to confession. Before heading out the door I had helped Special K examine her conscience. That done, she was raring and ready to go. I had her stand in the front of the line and when her turn arrived I led her to the confessional, guided her inside, and walked back to my place in line. Standing about 25 feet away from the confessionals, everyone in line could hear our sweet little girl very loudly making her confession to the priest on the other side of the screen. The sound of her choked up little voice was incredibly sweet, but it was a little disconcerting that we could all hear her. To save us all from inadvertently listening, Wingnut began repeating, "The confessional is not sound proof. The confessional is not sound proof."