When the Priest slid open the door to the confessional, the man said:”Father forgive me for I have sinned. During World War II, a beautiful Jewish woman from our neighborhood knocked urgently on my door and asked me to hide her from the Nazis. So I hid her in my attic.”
The priest replied: “That was a wonderful thing you did, and you have no need to confess that.”
“There is more to tell, Father. She started to repay me with . . . er . . . favors – of the carnal knowledge kind. This happened several times a week, and sometimes twice on Sundays.”
The Priest said, “That was a long time ago and by doing what you did, you placed the two of you in great danger, but two people, under those circumstances, can easily succumb to the weakness of the flesh. However, if you are truly sorry for your actions, you are indeed forgiven.”
“Thank you, Father. That’s a great load off my mind. I do have one more question.”
“And what is that?” asked the priest.
“Should I tell her the war is over?”