a reply to: kaelci
*in a slurred voice* Are you trying to tell me it's too early to have a drink? Because I'll let you know I am not an alcoholic and I drank the blood
of Christ. Filled me up with some Jesus.
(Because of your words, aaaand, because Synchronicity has struck again)
Seriously, I was talking to my partner yesterday about my father's funeral and how I was supposed to drink the blood of Christ during the service, and
the chalice was put to my lips, but, I only pretended to drink.
Eh, don't be sorry. It was 20 odd years ago. I was 11 and quite simply I didn't care for the religious situation I was thrust into (my grandmother
being a Catholic of rather psychotic qualities) I'm not sure "why" exactly I didn't drink it, I just knew that I didn't want to, haha.
Yep, at daycare it was a little money box, painted with little sheepies glued to it and it has wrriten Happy Mother's Day! on one of the sides...
I'm not really into these hallmark days personally, but I do cherish the crafts he brings home.
I know it was suppose to bring me closer to Jesus. But... even though I had never eaten cardboard... I couldn't help but notice that that is exactly
what it tasted like. Cardboard.
While everyone was clapping and smiling and snapping pics... I was literally perplexed about Jesus wanting me to eat cardboard. I asked myself... why
does Jesus taste like cardboard.
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