A reader sent me a link to a short movie at atom films called Papal Cab. The premise is a taxi driving priest who uses the cab as a confessional. I enjoyed it and thought it was done pretty well except for the momentary lapse into simony.
Carfession
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I liked the Agnus Dei they used…I just looked it up in my Kyriale…it’s Agnus Dei #1 from the Cantus ad libitum section. I think we’ll be able to use it at the indult mass here.
Thanks, Art. I was vaguely wondering about the modal/guitar nexus and then got lazy. I had to watch it again with my Graduale after reading your comment.
The strong centering of the Agnus Dei incipit on the tonic, sung a total of three times, led into the guitar chords on the same note. Then they had to give up the mode-VIII business (unlike most Catholic parishes who “chant” the alleluia verse) and fell back on the beginnings of the Gloria from the Missa de Angelis and the Palm Sunday Hosanna [Filio David] with implication of major triads before just giving up altogether on a generic Amen.
There is a fifth chanted quietly at the end (after “You’re really good …”) I could not identify. Puer [natus est]? And then a Roland “ah” chorus on a fourth?
Now who will look up which version of 1 John 4:12 that is? Is it D-R?
By the way, I realize that that was a bizarrely obsessive-compulsive posting. But how could I just erase the results of a research project?
they used “God dwelleth in us,” which is from the KJV. D-R uses “abideth.”
I’ve actually had a priest hear my confession in my car.
After the crowd dispersed from St. Louis Cathedral after John Paul’s 1999 visit, I walked around the streets but couldn’t find my car, which I had bought three days previous on my way up from Georgia.
I feared theft. But since it was after dark and I wasn’t sure I was looking on the right street, I asked, at random from the crowd, a man in a collar if he was from “around here.” Father Scott Haig (I may be getting the spelling wrong, but I know the sound is right) said he was and he led me around the neighborhood.
Inevitably, while walking around, we fell into conversation about this and that, including my flaws and demons. And by the time we found my car, we had become fast “single-serving” friends. He declined my grub/beer offer but I insisted on giving him a ride to wherever it was he was staying.
Before we departed, he offered to bless the car. I then asked if he could also hear my confession in such an informal and inopportune setting — my car is a 2-seat Mazda Miata convertible, which is fine for a short guy like me, but with the top up is kinda cramped for taller people like him. He said any place can be appropriate and I made some stupid crack about liturgical abuses.
I forget what was so pressing, but what I’ll never forget was that he laid his hands on my head (which no priest had ever previously done to me because, shy person that I am, I cottoned to old-style no-peek confessionals). Between that and the Pope’s blessing, I was driving/walking on air for a week, and from a Padre that didn’t know me from Adam. Ex opere operato.