Neanderpundit

I’m always amused a the number of C&E’s we get at our parish. During the regular 7:30 mass, you could shoot a cannon down the middle of church and never hit anyone. Today, I had to get there at 6:45 to get our “regular” seat.

I won’t cast aspersions on these people, because many of not all of them are far better people than me. Showing up for mass every sunday doesn’t get you a seat on that last bus, believe me.

No, it amuses me that these folks don’t know the changes the nimrod paster has been making in their absence, so they’re sitting/standing/kneeling/praying/singing at all the wrong times, and they’re all embarrassed by it.

Don’t be. You showed up. Our “regular pastor”, asshat that he is, will probably give the nine o’clock mass grief for being “prodigal”, but the associate pastor, Father Brian, gave a sermon that hit home nicely: This is our joy as Christians.

Happy Easter all.

Picked up the puppy today:

cute little bugger. A little confused by the car ride. A little freaked at being away from mom for the first time. But, all in all, a nice looking dog. Wish me luck, I don’t expect to sleep a lot for a while.

I didn’t post, not because I’m a good catholic, because I’m not- but because I chose to remember how the only perfect man who ever lived was treated like a criminal and hanged on a cross. I spent the time between noon and three in meditation, thinking about all of the decent people who are being crucified in the media daily. Standards of morality and decency are being assaulted on all sides, and the basest being held up as the golden calf.

Choose wisely. If you’re not being persecuted for your beliefs, if you’re not being assaulted because of your morals, you’ve probably gotten it wrong. Happy easter, everyone.