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Mommyof02green
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Well, this priest would NOT have been happy with my children yesterday. My 6 year old son had a stuff frog with him and my 5 year old daughter had a stuff elephant with her. After Mass our deacon and priest thanked the kids for bringing their animals. Our priest asked the children âIf the animals were good and did they listen?âHi,we are new Catholics and we are in trouble again !Last time we didnt pay the priest for baptisims
This time our 5year old brought her doll to mass.The 5year old and my wife were scolded by the priest.I guess dolls are not allowed.Nobody else had heard about this rule before.After the priest complained about not geting paid we tried to pay him but he was offended and wouldnt take any.I know we are in the right church but it shure isnt easy.
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This reminds me of a story from when my Dad was a young kid.
My dad was born in 1952 and when he was a small child, around my children current age, he brought to Mass with him a stuff bear.
One day at Mass Father during his homily said something along the lines âGladly the cross I bareâ. My Dadâs stuff bear happened to be crossed-eyed. My Dad in his young age, again he as around the age of 5, thought the priest was talking about his stuff bear. Therefore from that day on my Dad named this stuff bear âGladly the crossed-eye bearâ.
That was one homily that stuck with my Dad all through his life. It made an impression on him at such and early age. Why did it make an impression? It made an impression because he had his stuff bear with him that just happened to be crossed-eyed. So he thought the priest was talking about his stuff bear.
Of course as Dad grew older he realized what the priest really said âGladly the cross I bare.â Dad hung on to those words through out his life.
He was always telling us that we should âGladly take up our crossesâ. I like to think that Dad hung unto those words the last 4 years of his life when he was unable to walk, talk, write or eat on his own. Dad suffered much his last years with us. I think somewhere deep down he was telling himself to âGladly take up this crossâ.
Words that he got and held on to just because he happened to have a stuff crossed-eyed bear with him at Mass one day when he was a young boy, at least that is what Iâve been told.
I remember Dad sharing several times before he passed.
I remember Grandma sharing several times before she passed.