I'm sure by now you've already heard about the new iPhone/iPad/iPod Touch app that allows you to confess electronically. Before you take that stairway to heaven, I have one word of advice:
Do you think maybe there's a reason that confession was meant to occur in private, using the spoken word between the priest and the penitent? There isn't a secretary present taking notes. And before anyone mentions privilege, forget it. This isn't about privilege. Privilege isn't going to wash away (there I go again) the embarrassment when your most private thoughts and feelings become public.
We've become a world of "over-sharers". We think everyone needs to know everything about us. I figure this must be part of the Andy Warhol, fifteen-minutes-of-fame problem. Problem? That's right – problem. Is it generational? In my opinion, yes, for the most part.
Never mind the fact that I've read several articles related to this app in which the "makers" (sorry, I couldn't help myself) claim they've done everything they can to make it secure. Their sincerity notwithstanding, I don't care. Do not put your personal thoughts on your device. Period!
Think of it this way. Confession iApp = Diary. Your future is a hell (sorry, did it again) of a lot more valuable than $1.99.