The Confessional

[rwsmith]

Both of us

Since you have only committed a venial sin, 7 Hail Mary's will do it.

Hopefully some day in the future this may be available in your area, I watch it all the time.

Only for us senior citizens

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We just discovered metv and watch a lot of old shows.

 

[Old TexMex]

Say no to carp.
I happen to be raised Ceannease (Christmas and Easter), but I have a pretty good idear about right and wrong. Carp... That's like goldfish innit?

 

[kudzu3]

Get the rope boys...He don't like catfish!

 

[CAJUNLAWYER]

I can't speak for all Catholics, but this family eats fish on Fridays. And judging by the eating establishments around these parts, a ton of folks eat fish on Fridays during Lent.

Wisconsin Fish Fry. There's nothing like it.

Not eating meat on Fridays during lent really ain't much of a sacrifice down here. Well dear, today is Fiday, should we go with the crawfish etouffee, the crawfish bisque, or maybe shrimp stew, or maybe fried catfish........ oh and don't forget, we have to eat the seafood boudin today......curses....
My wife told me the priest suggested that we give up meat AND seafood on Fridays! That it would be a REAL penance I told her that's what happens when she gets ashes at a different church instead of our home parish. Me, I'm staying on home turf

 

[CAJUNLAWYER]

I had a question and I asked a friend of mine who was a quite devout Catholic, my last time at the Confessional I asked for a #3 value meal with a coke.
Anywho, how exactly does the priest know what to give for a penance? I mean, is there a list written of how many hail mary's and our fathers to hand out? If he hands out one too many can you redeem that one as credit the next time around? Of course if I recall when I asked him that I was called a heathen and a few other choice words that he had to go to Confession for.

It is up to the priest. For some it's three "Hail Marys" and you're back on the street. For others, it's novenas, rosary, stations of the cross.....
Years ago when I was a yout in cat'lic skule, we had school mass every Friday. Each Friday three classes went to confession and the classes rotated so that the whole school got a chance about once a month. Anyway I somehow was put in charge of telling which classes were up for confession and I had to be at the church to make sure the lines ran smooth (we had around 4 -5 priests from Loyola that would hear confessions so it went pretty quick). Anyway we all knew which priests made you say a hail mary and which ones chewed you out and made you say rosaries, etc. I would put my friends in the line with the easy priests and the ones I didn't like in the line with the old mean ones. After a while, my enemies would give me a quarter to put them into the line with the easy priests. Had a pretty good little scam running for a while until I got ratted on-One of the 3 graders apparently told his momma that he needed an extra quarter on Friday to get the easy priest. Caught hell to pay on that one

 

[shouldazagged]

Get the rope boys...He don't like catfish!

Mercy, boys, I'm jest an ol' man!

 

[Trooperdan]

Have you seen the new line of quick meals put out by SPAM? I really prefer the alfredo sauce myself!

Spam Meal for 1 Spam & Sausage Jambalaya, 10 oz: Deli : Walmart.com

 

[REM 3200]

Hey, y'all gotta know carp is gooder than liver.

 

[Ruger Nut]

Hmmmm, Broccoli & Spam........


Creamy SPAM? Broccoli Casserole

 

[labworm]

It is up to the priest. For some it's three "Hail Marys" and you're back on the street. For others, it's novenas, rosary, stations of the cross.....
Years ago when I was a yout in cat'lic skule, we had school mass every Friday. Each Friday three classes went to confession and the classes rotated so that the whole school got a chance about once a month. Anyway I somehow was put in charge of telling which classes were up for confession and I had to be at the church to make sure the lines ran smooth (we had around 4 -5 priests from Loyola that would hear confessions so it went pretty quick). Anyway we all knew which priests made you say a hail mary and which ones chewed you out and made you say rosaries, etc. I would put my friends in the line with the easy priests and the ones I didn't like in the line with the old mean ones. After a while, my enemies would give me a quarter to put them into the line with the easy priests. Had a pretty good little scam running for a while until I got ratted on-One of the 3 graders apparently told his momma that he needed an extra quarter on Friday to get the easy priest. Caught hell to pay on that one

Easter duty, that was a tough one, I think you got excommunicated if you didn't participate.
My parish gave out cards, yep with your name actually on it, you had to pass it to the priest before confessing.

 

[Frank46]

Ah spam. Spam is ham that failed the physical. Always used to keep a few cans in my locker at work. Never knew if I'd get home late at night due to fuel oil deliveries in the winter. Fried eggs and spam, scrambled eggs with spam and just eat it out of the can. Favorite is fried spam on italian or french bread with mayo. Frank

 

[Oddball]

My first car was a Corvair.

Spam sandwiches are good.

The best way that I heard to eat carp was to clean it, put it on a cedar plank and cook it on your grill. When it is done remove it from the grill, throw the fish away and eat the cedar plank.

 

[elm_creek_smith]

Whenever I open a can of Spam, I smell fish. Sounds odd,doesn't it? When Dad took us fishing he took along a can of Spam, a loaf of white bread, and a jar of mayo for lunch.

ECS

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[vigil617]

It is up to the priest. For some it's three "Hail Marys" and you're back on the street. For others, it's novenas, rosary, stations of the cross.....
Years ago when I was a yout in cat'lic skule, we had school mass every Friday. Each Friday three classes went to confession and the classes rotated so that the whole school got a chance about once a month. Anyway I somehow was put in charge of telling which classes were up for confession and I had to be at the church to make sure the lines ran smooth (we had around 4 -5 priests from Loyola that would hear confessions so it went pretty quick). Anyway we all knew which priests made you say a hail mary and which ones chewed you out and made you say rosaries, etc. I would put my friends in the line with the easy priests and the ones I didn't like in the line with the old mean ones. After a while, my enemies would give me a quarter to put them into the line with the easy priests. Had a pretty good little scam running for a while until I got ratted on-One of the 3 graders apparently told his momma that he needed an extra quarter on Friday to get the easy priest. Caught hell to pay on that one

Good training for the upcoming collecting of your benefiences, eh?

 

[vigil617]

A good ol' boy happened to move into a Catholic neighborhood. As had always been his custom, every Friday evening, he would fire up the backyard grill and throw on a nice juicy steak. Meanwhile, his neighbors would stoically eat their fish and try to ignore the wonderful aromas wafting through the neighborhood from Bubba's grill.

Finally, a few of the neighbors decided something had to be done. They formed a committee, and went over to visit Bubba and to explain to him why he needed to be cooking fish on Fridays. Their explanation made so much sense to Bubba that, right then and there, he wanted to convert to Catholicism.

They took him to the parish priest, and in a little while, he was pronounced converted. "You were born a Baptist, and you were raised a Baptist," the priest intoned, "but now, you're a Catholic. Go in peace, my son."

So Bubba went happily back home, and the neighbors breathed a sigh of relief that Fridays could return to normal.

The next Friday, though, the familiar scent of grilling T-bone filled the neighborhood. The committee immediately met and decided to find out what in the world was going on over at Bubba's now.

They headed over, and as they rounded the corner of the house into the backyard, they heard Bubba talking to the steak on his grill.

"You was born a cow, and you was raised a cow," he was saying, "but now, you's a CATFISH!"

 

[Roadtrash]

I wasn't born into the Catholic religion so I really don't understand the whole thing about the confessional. The way I see it if I were to convert today and go confess every thing that I have participated in over the last 68 years they would have to put on another fellow or two and work two shifts to keep up with. And they might have to up the ante on their health care cause some of them might have breakdowns trying to figure out how I was even still alive. I know I still wonder how I made it this far.