KatholikosMercy, after being around catholics all my life, I was always amazed when they talked about how long the mass was or how long was the sermon. I’ve seen people looking at their watches, sighing loud, filing their nails.
When I said “had to go” earlier, I was thinking back to when I was six years old, going on seven. Mom said that pretty soon I’d have to go to church every Sunday. I said “what if I don’t want to go?” Her reply was “oh, you’ll have to!” No explanation, nothing. I learned in the schools though, why. No problem with that, there were some times when I was attending mass that I felt some kind of holiness. I have a sister that almost lost her very premature baby years ago. She went to the parish pastor and asked for some kind of consideration or comfort. What did he say to her? “If he dies, he dies, what do you want from me?”
Compassion for one thing, buster. That was the last time she went to a catholic church. When my only brother was killed, I went to my pastor. He looked at me as if I stepped off a space ship. His words? “What do you want from me? I never knew your brother!”
That was MY last time.
