Erm, I think you could go over to the parish hall for breakfast. My family, though, would pile into the car, turn on Car Talk, and swing by the bakery on the way home for donuts, possibly accompanied by hot ham and rolls (especially if there was a Packer’s game).
I thought that was a martini?
I never read it that way at all, and TBQH I’m not sure where you’re getting that. I just thought it was an amusing way of stating things, with no commentary one way or the other on Christian churches or the divinity of Jesus. Not to mention making for a fun mental picture. “Love one ano- HEY WHAT ARE YOU OW OW OW OW OW.”
My brother has a T shirt that says “Be the moon. Reflect the Son” I find it cute in an astronomy nerd kinda way. fortune-cookie christianity! I love it!This, however is my favorite sacrilicious comic ever
Does anyone remember the episode of Rescue Me, where we first see Jesus* ripping around in his sports car (was it a Ferrari?) and the license plate holder said: This is what I drive.
That cracked me up.
*The main character routinely has visions of Jesus and sometimes Mary. We’re not really told whether these are “real” or he’s completely dillusional.
Yeah, but who’s hungry after that ?
You could take Hello Kitty after a week-long binge of sunshine and rainbow farting unicorns, promise it that just after the ceremony it will be allowed to do Jell-O shots and coke right off the Powerpuff girls, and it would still shoot itself in the head midway through that piece of music. It’s *that *depressing.
Wait, what? Those don’t even make sense! Are they for real? the ones around them seem real. It like the wirter just switched random subjects and obljects. The first doesn’t have anything to do with C-tianity at all.
Sweating in a marathon means you are in a marathon of sweating.
Jesus is our save-your, so we must savor Jesus (perhaps said before communion.)
My father was of the opinion that Saturday evening Mass should last no longer than one hour. Sometimes the Mass would be conducted by a particularly long-winded priest; on those occasions, after we went up for communion, Dad would steer us toward the doors rather than back to our seats.
One other notable thing about this priest: he was known for holding the Host up to the congregation and proclaiming, “Look look look! Here is Jesus!”
