Most churches I know have some broken up pieces of the Host in the wine.
I just opened up her Jesus Loves Me mp3, and proceeded to scare the ever-living f*ck out of my Emmy-cat. Her eyes got wide, her fur stood on end, and she kept looking back and forth from me to ElzaHub with a terrified look on her face.
I closed it out and she settled back down, but she’s still staring at the computer like it’s going to bite her.
E.