Afternoon,
Guys…
So, there’s
something I never understood, and go with me on this, why, at church, does
everybody look like they’ve got something up their asses?
Yes, I know
church is a time for genuine reflection and a time to praise God, but aren’t we
supposed to be happy doing it?
Case in
point, Joey and I sit up front on the side section behind the altar servers, so
the catechists and everybody has to go by us during communion. Now, Joey and I say our prayers afterward
like we’re supposed to, but it’s also a time for us to give peace to parishioners
since it’s harder for us to get up when everybody else’s during the normal
time.
Again, I
know it’s not a joking time, but nothing in the Catholic rulebook says you can’t
crack a smile…unless I’m missing something.
It’s not like we’re new to the church, I’ve been going there since I was
in diapers, and Joey’s been going since she moved in with me. We’ve got the regulars that take our hand as
they pass, and they smile, but we try to make eye contact and smile at
everybody. Some are praying, I get that,
but others look right at us with a stoneface.
Dude or dudette, lighten up, you’re in God’s house, you’re supposed to
be happy.
Just my two cents
on an observation.
Be good to
each other.
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