The Confessional - George Carlin

I could, uh, I could do Father Byrne so well that I often wanted to do him in confession, y'know.

I

wanted to get into Father Byrne's confessional one Saturday maybe a half hour before he

showed up and get in there and hear a few confessions, y'know.

Because I knew according to my

faith and religion that if anyone came in there and really thought I was Father Byrne and really

wanted to be forgiven...and perform the penance I had assigned...they would have been

forgiven, man!

'Cause that's what they taught us;

it's what's in your mind that counts;

your intentions, that's

how we'll judge you.

What you want to do.

Mortal sin had to be a grievous offense, sufficient reflection and full consent of the will.

Ya had'ta WANNA!

In fact, WANNA was a sin all by itself.

"Thou Shalt Not WANNA".

If you woke up in the morning and said, "I'm going down to 42nd

street and commit a mortal sin!" Save your car fare; you did it, man! Absolutely!

It was a sin for you to wanna feel up Ellen.

It was a sin for you to plan to feel up Ellen.

It was a sin

for you to figure out a place to feel up Ellen.

It was a sin to take Ellen to the place to feel her up.

It was a sin to try to feel her up and it was a sin to feel her up.

There were six sins in one feel,

man!

But confession had another..there was another aspect of confession for me.

Our neighborhood

was right between Columbia University and Harlem.

Juilliard School of Music, Grant's Tomb.

Uh,

two seminaries- Jewish Theological and Union Theological Seminary.

I said Harlem was there and

then to the north...a Puerto Rican and Cuban section and as Puerto Ricans began to move into

our neighborhood, the diocese, in this rare display of tokenism in the early Fifties sent one

Spanish priest...Father Rivera...to hear Spanish confessions.

And all the Irish guys that were

heavily into puberty... would go to confession to Father Rivera.

'Cause he didn't seem to

understand the sins, y'know...or at least he didn't take them personally, you know.

It wasn't an

affront to him.

There was no big theological harangue;

he didn't chew you out.

He was known as

a "light penance";

in and out, three "Hail, Mary's";

you're back on the street with Father Rivera,

man.

You could see the line move;

that's how fast he was working.

But he wasn't ready for the

way Irish boys were confessing at that time and that place...

('3rd generation' Irish accent) "Uh, bless me, Father, for I have sinned...Uh, I touched myself in an

impure manner.

I was impure, impurity and impureness.

Thought, word indeed.

Body, touch,

impure, sex, dirty.

Impure legs, impureness.

Touch, impure dirty body, sex, rub and covet;

heavy

on the covet, Father, uh.." (Rivera "That's OK, man! Tres Ave Marias!"...You'd be home in five

minutes, you know?

The Irish priest, on the other hand, nice guy, but, uh, first of all, he recognized your voice 'cause

you'd grown up there, right?

He knew everyone- "What'd you do that for, George?"

"Oh, God, he

knows, man!" And the Irish priests were always heavily into penance and punishment, y'know?

They'd give you a couple of novenas to do, nine first Fridays, five first Saturdays, Stations of the

Cross...a trip to Lourdes, wow!

That was one of the things that bothered me a little about my

religion was that conflict between pain and pleasure.. 'cause they were always pushin' for pain

and you were always pullin' for pleasure, man.

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