"A [preacher] who does not love art, poetry, music and nature can be dangerous. Blindness and deafness toward the beautiful are not incidental; they are necessarily reflected in his [preaching]." — BXVI
Reminds me of when I went to Confession a few years ago, the lighting was such that I could see through the screen that "Father" had a crossword puzzle on his lap and a pen in hand. Don't think he was actively doing it while I confessed, but it felt just a bit weird.
I always have a book with me in the Box in case business is slow. I'd never read during a confession!
Reminds me of the time I had to wait for Father to finish texting on his Blackberry to begin my confession. And no, he wasn't using it to pray the Liturgy of the Hours. Made me feel as if he couldn't wait for me to finish and go so that he could get back to whatever it was he was doing. Confessors: please leave your cell phones, iPads, etc. back in the rectory when you hear confessions. Seriously.