This past Friday I decided that it had been far too long since I had been to confession. So, I waited my turn and slipped into the confessional. I kneeled and looked through the mess surprised to see that it was the Bishop taking confession rather than the regular Father. Could I really tell this holy man ALL of my sins? Would he be shocked, or had he heard worse than what I was about to divulge to him? Well, I drew a deep breath and told him everything. It was quiet for a long moment after I was finished speaking. Then he stood up and left his side of the booth. I was surprised when the door to my side opened a moment later. He reached in and took my hand pulling me out and leading me away. Apparently, I was in for a more extreme confessional penance.