So I attended Mass with the Catholics
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x_jetstreamIt was interesting. Still, I think I prefer bowing my head respectfully in submission to God rather than all the pomp and circumstance.
Besides, all the sitting and kneeling and standing was really getting on my nerves. It _hurt_!
But at least the music was ,,, interesting. I'm more used to just singing without music.
And, once again, I was reminded of the Christian obsession with graven images. God lives in our _hearts_, people, not hanging from our necks or all over our walls!
But I do not begrudge them their faith. They worship Allah, even if they do not know Him by that name. I did not really enjoy the readings - too many religious differences, I don't want to get under the skins of my temporary house-mates.
Kurt is ... very devout. I would never defile my own flesh so, but I can sort of understand why he does it. The others were fairly typical - a little French girl, the big Russian (so much for the storied Russian atheism!), the green-haired temptress American, and the African.
Ororo confuses me. Her ancestry is clearly African; I can hear it on her tongue, but she seems so ... American. She flaunts her body openly, and she is completely lacking in respect. But that's what America does to you, so I should not complain too much.
After Church, I did something I should not of - I tried to fly.
And I was punished for my presumption. I got maybe a dozen feet off the ground before the stabilizer went, and I crashed back to earth. I do not think anyone saw me, but my entire right side is a little tender right now. So much so that I had to miss the basketball game.
Still no sign of Professor Xavier. I believe I overheard one of the children mention something about a Cerebro?
Ah well. I believe that the phrase is "In for a penny, in for a pound?"
There's a beer under the sink that is calling to me.
Haroun
Besides, all the sitting and kneeling and standing was really getting on my nerves. It _hurt_!
But at least the music was ,,, interesting. I'm more used to just singing without music.
And, once again, I was reminded of the Christian obsession with graven images. God lives in our _hearts_, people, not hanging from our necks or all over our walls!
But I do not begrudge them their faith. They worship Allah, even if they do not know Him by that name. I did not really enjoy the readings - too many religious differences, I don't want to get under the skins of my temporary house-mates.
Kurt is ... very devout. I would never defile my own flesh so, but I can sort of understand why he does it. The others were fairly typical - a little French girl, the big Russian (so much for the storied Russian atheism!), the green-haired temptress American, and the African.
Ororo confuses me. Her ancestry is clearly African; I can hear it on her tongue, but she seems so ... American. She flaunts her body openly, and she is completely lacking in respect. But that's what America does to you, so I should not complain too much.
After Church, I did something I should not of - I tried to fly.
And I was punished for my presumption. I got maybe a dozen feet off the ground before the stabilizer went, and I crashed back to earth. I do not think anyone saw me, but my entire right side is a little tender right now. So much so that I had to miss the basketball game.
Still no sign of Professor Xavier. I believe I overheard one of the children mention something about a Cerebro?
Ah well. I believe that the phrase is "In for a penny, in for a pound?"
There's a beer under the sink that is calling to me.
Haroun
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Re: I have heard Benedictines before
Date: 2003-06-03 09:27 pm (UTC)I don't think that God is ever offended by a faithful heart. If you join us next Sunday for mass, do what is comfortable. It's hard to focus on the greater glory of god when you're distracted by pain.