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umm…is this true?…when you have to keep telling your protestant friends “It’s called ‘blessing’ yourself; not ‘crossing’ yourself.”
umm…is this true?…when you have to keep telling your protestant friends “It’s called ‘blessing’ yourself; not ‘crossing’ yourself.”
At a meeting, Before the Pledge of Allegiance and there is a opening Prayer, you stand (then at the end realize you and one other person are the only ones who stood)When, at the end of the Pledge of Allegiance, you say “Good morning sister” in your head (can’t help it) and sometimes say “g” before you stop yourself.
That is beautiful.When you are driving down the road…thinking about life’s problems…sigh…and quietly say “Lord have mercy” and your kids in unison say “Christ have mercy”
Never, ever, ever do I recite the Pledge of Allegiance without thinking “Good morning sister” at the end. In fact, I tend to whisper it to my wife, well, just because she always thinks it too.At a meeting, Before the Pledge of Allegiance and there is a opening Prayer, you stand (then at the end realize you and one other person are the only ones who stood)
Yep I know the feeling!! HeheWhen you pray the rosary in your dreams.
… the first thing you do in a new town or at a new job is to look for the nearest Catholic church for daily Mass.
Hardest. Decision. Ever!!!…When you have to make a decision about whether to bring your rosary ring or single-decade rosary with you when you leave the house.![]()
I’m not sure if this is what you were talking about, but if I drop my rosary I pick it up and say “sorry” to Jesus and Mary in Heaven. It might be scrupulous, but I feel bad if I don’t say it after I accidentally drop something religious.When you see a crucifix touch the ground, you stop, pick him up, kiss him and beg forgiveness
My dad went to Catholic school and so do I. Even though I’m in the 10th grade and my 9th grade religion teacher ( there’s no one like Sister A.) still intimidates me…… you know that SFO is more than just the code for San Francisco International Airport.
… you know the difference between sisters and nuns and can address women religious by their correct titles.
… your parents threatened to sic the nuns on you as a kid, and that threat frightened you more than the prospect of going to jail.
… Sisters scare you a little. Just a little. No matter how old you are.
(Maybe that last one is just for those of us who attended Catholic schools.)