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You know you’re an American “Catholic” if:
Your priest has an accent.
You think purgatory doesn’t exist anymore
You’ve never heard of “O Salutaris Hostia,” but know “All are welcome!” like the back of your hand.
You’re not really sure where the tabernacle went.
You don’t know what a tabernacle is.
You and your priest have the same wardrobe.
The only sacrament you can ever remember is “community.”
You can’t remember the name of your parish, but you’ll check next Easter.
Don’t understand why Jesus was born only seventeen days after he was immaculately conceived.
A biretta is a gun.
You’ve never seen an altar “boy.”
The contents of your kitchen cabinet are nicer than your parish’s communion vessels
Hell is for Nazis and terrorists.
Your music director thinks Latin is evil.
Your parish’s confessional is a closet with a chair in it.
MLK day was a bigger deal for you than the Ascension.
You laugh at people who believe in the devil.
You’re against communion on the tongue.
You call your priest by his first name.
You’ve worn the same outfit to Mass and the beach.
You hate Pius XII.
Don’t know what Confirmation is about.
You pray your son won’t become a priest.
Your church looks like a warehouse.
Judging people is wrong, fornication isn’t.
You resent the pope for trying to tell you how to live your personal life.
You care more about affirmative action than abortion and vote accordingly.
You think the Church could learn a thing or two from the Episcopals.
You have an aunt who wants to be a priest.
You use the abuse scandals as an excuse for not going to Mass.
You think a cassock is a member of a Slavic tribe.
You were baptized after your first birthday.
Your priest has an accent.
You think purgatory doesn’t exist anymore
You’ve never heard of “O Salutaris Hostia,” but know “All are welcome!” like the back of your hand.
You’re not really sure where the tabernacle went.
You don’t know what a tabernacle is.
You and your priest have the same wardrobe.
The only sacrament you can ever remember is “community.”
You can’t remember the name of your parish, but you’ll check next Easter.
Don’t understand why Jesus was born only seventeen days after he was immaculately conceived.
A biretta is a gun.
You’ve never seen an altar “boy.”
The contents of your kitchen cabinet are nicer than your parish’s communion vessels
Hell is for Nazis and terrorists.
Your music director thinks Latin is evil.
Your parish’s confessional is a closet with a chair in it.
MLK day was a bigger deal for you than the Ascension.
You laugh at people who believe in the devil.
You’re against communion on the tongue.
You call your priest by his first name.
You’ve worn the same outfit to Mass and the beach.
You hate Pius XII.
Don’t know what Confirmation is about.
You pray your son won’t become a priest.
Your church looks like a warehouse.
Judging people is wrong, fornication isn’t.
You resent the pope for trying to tell you how to live your personal life.
You care more about affirmative action than abortion and vote accordingly.
You think the Church could learn a thing or two from the Episcopals.
You have an aunt who wants to be a priest.
You use the abuse scandals as an excuse for not going to Mass.
You think a cassock is a member of a Slavic tribe.
You were baptized after your first birthday.