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JimmytheButcher
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It’s is nearly amusing to read this thread.
Back east my Latin bishop and his Greek counter-part regularly celebrate the Divine Liturgy. They have even done so with the Patriarch of Constantinople in cathedra. I wonder what the Patriarch of Alexandria says about all of this. You know him being demoted from the #2 position an all.
I guess some know-it-all curmuggeons should run-over the ‘True Religion’ headquarters and excommunicate them all. No Eucharist for anybody!! It is sooo ridiculous.
Holy Mary, Mother of God pray for your children for we are a bunch of pride-filled meatheads. It’s amazing we have stayed as close to each other as we have!
You know I am an Italian-American with Greek hazel eyes hailing not far from Benevento where everything is in Latin and Greek alternatively. My mother’s ancestral village has a street named ‘Via Antonio Abate’ for crying out loud. I was fattened on spaghetti, hot peppers, baklava, lamb, oregano, and spinach-pie. In my experience it is the regular fella on the street that is confounded by all this malarchy. The smarter the fella, the more smarty-pants someone is, the more he seems he reeks of foolishness. We need to stay out of the holy Spirit’s way. He’s trying to fix us.
+ad Iesu per Mariam.
Back east my Latin bishop and his Greek counter-part regularly celebrate the Divine Liturgy. They have even done so with the Patriarch of Constantinople in cathedra. I wonder what the Patriarch of Alexandria says about all of this. You know him being demoted from the #2 position an all.
I guess some know-it-all curmuggeons should run-over the ‘True Religion’ headquarters and excommunicate them all. No Eucharist for anybody!! It is sooo ridiculous.
Holy Mary, Mother of God pray for your children for we are a bunch of pride-filled meatheads. It’s amazing we have stayed as close to each other as we have!
You know I am an Italian-American with Greek hazel eyes hailing not far from Benevento where everything is in Latin and Greek alternatively. My mother’s ancestral village has a street named ‘Via Antonio Abate’ for crying out loud. I was fattened on spaghetti, hot peppers, baklava, lamb, oregano, and spinach-pie. In my experience it is the regular fella on the street that is confounded by all this malarchy. The smarter the fella, the more smarty-pants someone is, the more he seems he reeks of foolishness. We need to stay out of the holy Spirit’s way. He’s trying to fix us.
+ad Iesu per Mariam.