I’d say about the time Augustine confessed

Hey Father,give me your hissing
Where do you think you are,on a stage?
I have a bad memory.
That’s not a sin.How long is it since your last Confession?
I’d say about the time Augustine confessed
Augustine who?
Don’t tell me you are so ignorant
Oh, you mean St Augustine.But he lived 1700 years ago
That is how I feel
I don’t care about how you feel
What would Jesus make of that?
I mean, this is for confessing sins.
Do sins often confess?
You are making me angry
Right,that is my first sin.I make people angry.
Well,maybe it’s not your fault.
I am not sure.I also lust after women
Youtoo!
Well,I don’t do anything to  them
That’s a relief
I am married but I do  like to look at women in the town centre
You mean  tarts parade down there?
I’ve no idea what their jobs are but they look so kind and caring.
Well, just keep your eyes averted.
I might walk into a lamp post
Any more sins?
Yes,I told my  wife I liked the missionary position
That’s unusual nowadays
Well as a child she was terrified of missionaries
Where did she live?
In Ulster.
I see what you scream. Did they allow missionaries?
It’s not illegal but it does cause fights and even killings
Well,apologise to her and ask her forgiveness,Then let her decide what position she prefers.Any more sins?
I lost my temper and threw a brick at the television
Why?
When I heard Trump say something vile
I’ll absolve  from your sins and for your penance stop watching the TV till Xmas
I can’t watch it now.It’s broken in half
The ways of God are strange
Do you really  believe God is in control?
On reflection, probably not.No-one is in control
Well a little self control comes in usefulMy worry is, if I stop watching the News because I get distressed, we could end up acting like the Germans in the 1930’s distracting themselves from looking at their Government’s actions  and on things like Kristallnacht they did not let themselves act to help the Jews
And Hitler was a Catholic…
So  how can I know what is happening without getting depressed?

The world is too much with us late and soon
Getting and spending we lay waste our powers

We must bear our depression as the price of being alive