This weekend I attended mass THREE times. That’s it! I don’t want to pray anymore. I want to play! I sick and tired of reading passages created by ancient bloggers! It’s a scam!
During this 9:15am mass, Father was celebrating but a damn deacon with a THICK accent was giving the sermon. Maw disapproved. Sermons are supposed to be the priest. But I guess he had no choice because deacons are being paid to be the voice pieces of the Lord. I couldn’t understand him.
And prior the final blessing, the priest said a few words. He mentioned something about a CON (and probably in reference to the corruption and fraud to any but in particular this religious organization). And Maw knew right away what he meant. His last message for tonight was something along the line of “praying from the heart”. The heart.
In my mind’s, I kept sending him the image of a “grey” alien. You see, during the honor of the prelate earlier this year, the bishop of our diocese stood in the middle of the cathedral. I was sitting almost directly in front of the big guy but towards the middle of the pews. The place was mysteriously dimmed. I had Shrimpsei’s new OtterBox buzzing in my purse, of course.
While staring at the big guy, my mind’s eye saw a “grey” alien superimposed over the bishop. The alien was white, a pasty color. The eyes were pink, or dark in red color. The neck was slender. The frame was thin as were the limbs. And the height was about as tall as the bishop.