For many years, Charli and I were part of a marriage prep program called Engaged Encounter.
This is a weekend retreat for engaged couples preparing to get married and is a requirement of the Catholic church. As a presenting couple, our job was to share our marriage experience through personal stories around the topic areas of the weekend.
On Saturday night of the weekend, the tradition was to have all the couples gather around on the floor on pillows with the lights dimmed and candles lit - and submit anonymous questions to the presenting couples and the priest. These questions could be about ANYTHING that was on their minds such as marriage, children, the church or even the best way to cook a turkey for that matter. The idea was to share our experience and wisdom as facilitators with the young couples who were preparing to start a new life together.
One weekend, someone wrote a question wondering what the Catholic church's view was on premarital oral sex, knowing full well what the established view was on "regular" premarital sex. Our guest priest for the weekend, Fr. Mark, gave a stock answer straight from the Catholic owner's manual, and more or less ended up leaving the question unanswered.
Later, when the evening was coming to a close and Fr. Mark asked if anyone had any more questions, Charli chimed in and asked if he could elaborate on his oral sex answer, suggesting that he had dodged the issue the first time around. Fr. Mark graciously complied by giving a much more detailed and thoughtful answer, and everyone seemed happy with his response - however, Charli went to bed feeling a little guilty that she had put him on the spot like that.
These weekends were held at a large retirement center for Benedictine nuns and all meals were prepared and served by the nuns themselves. The next morning as we were sitting down to eat breakfast in the cafeteria, Fr. Mark came up to our table and sat down next to Charli.
As we began chatting and carrying on with small talk, something must have triggered Charli's guilt from the night before. Because suddenly out of nowhere, when the room (full of nuns) couldn't have been any quieter, Charli turns to Fr. Mark and says...
"Oh by the way Fr. Mark... sorry about that whole oral sex thing last night."
I don't know how many heart attacks were had that morning (no, "nun" is NOT the correct answer) but I do know one thing...
If I'd had a video camera I'd be a rich man today.