tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868947.post3640495067029700741..comments2023-10-29T06:41:23.910-07:00Comments on Halfway There: A tale of two churchesZenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058127284297728552noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868947.post-58106332771169669622011-11-29T16:29:52.647-08:002011-11-29T16:29:52.647-08:00Karen: Only 2.2? Hardly!Our arguments are never le...Karen: Only 2.2? Hardly!Our arguments are never less than a 3.Zenohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09058127284297728552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868947.post-52894936585359178492011-11-29T14:46:34.636-08:002011-11-29T14:46:34.636-08:00"...there'd be blood wine!"
Does th..."...there'd be blood wine!"<br /><br />Does that mean vegetarian Catholics abstain from wafers and wine? Can alcoholic Catholics opt out for unfermented grape juice?<br /><br />Has anyone ever assayed the wafers and wine to determine whether they in fact have turned into flesh and blood?Kathienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868947.post-55652197321860393772011-11-29T13:05:37.882-08:002011-11-29T13:05:37.882-08:00OT: Zeno, I did notice there was a magnitude 2.2 e...OT: Zeno, I did notice there was a magnitude 2.2 earthquake in the Central Valley between Porterville and Bakersfield on 11/26. That wasn't you and your dad arguing, was it?Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03079852628674185384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868947.post-1271982097206909822011-11-29T13:01:17.506-08:002011-11-29T13:01:17.506-08:00For my own part, however, I think it might be fun ...<i>For my own part, however, I think it might be fun to attend a Klingon mass. Once, anyway. </i><br /><br />Maybe, but I wouldn't partake of the sacrament; there'd be blood wine!Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03079852628674185384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868947.post-40162090899398758112011-11-29T09:24:11.832-08:002011-11-29T09:24:11.832-08:00Karen, back during the Great Depression, my Cathol...Karen, back during the Great Depression, my Catholic grandfather used to take his young grandson to church (the kid lived with them for several years). Since the kid attended public schools, he had no idea what was being said in Latin, so would get bored out of his skull. Before they left home to walk the ½-mile or so to church, Grandpa would give the boy one of those classic Hershey's milk chocolate candy bars as a treat to nibble on during the service. But my very artistic cousin would instead use the candy bar edge to sketch on the back of the pew in front of him. Apparently when Grandpa would open his eyes from praying to notice, he'd whack the kid upside the head to make him stop. Once my divorced (horrors!) uncle remarried (to another Protestant -- double horrors!), he moved out with his boy, who stopped attending church of any sort and wound up secular/skeptic like me. Even in his 80s now, my cousin still loves to draw, though.Kathienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868947.post-46031409200558905142011-11-28T11:09:39.977-08:002011-11-28T11:09:39.977-08:00It baffles me that, after all this time, some peop...It baffles me that, after all this time, some people <i>still</i> want their mass in a dead language.<br /><br />Growing up though, my mother and I often attended a Spanish-language service -- not because we had as many as a dozen Spanish words between us, but because Mama found the time convenient. I definitely preferred it to an English service because I could just let my imagination run free and daydream without any annoying religious lecture interrupting me. While I was still Catholic at the time, I figured that God and I had a fairly decent relationship, and masses weren't useful.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03079852628674185384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868947.post-86436216161408785202011-11-26T15:53:23.762-08:002011-11-26T15:53:23.762-08:00I stepped into the Oily Cross church in New York a...I stepped into the Oily Cross church in New York and was nearly killed when leaving.<br /><br />By the god of Gravity.<br /><br />St Christopher is rather amusing in his hypocrisy, yes.Jens Knudsen (Sili)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14078875730565068352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868947.post-54068927932976195282011-11-26T14:23:07.508-08:002011-11-26T14:23:07.508-08:00I don't know about masses. But at son Frederi...I don't know about masses. But at son Frederick's bar mitzvah on a memorable epi of "Frasier," the title character winds up giving a blessing in Klingon. Frasier's radio station co-worker Noel Shempsky was supposed to have translated it into Hebrew, but then he got miffed so secretly rendered it phonetically into the "Star Trek" language instead, in hopes of making Frasier look foolish since he'd be none the wise -- except Freddy's friends think Frasier is cool for doing this.Kathienoreply@blogger.com