A Few Words About Religion
I was not raised Catholic. My family attended and had been lectured to in Presbytarian churches and for a short time, Unitarian, but I converted while in college once I started going to the old St. George's with my dorm roommate. It fit me like a glove and I felt at home there despite my ignorance of the exotic rituals and prayers everyone else knew by heart. When I say that I am Catholic I say it with the caveat that I am an American Catholic , which is to say I do not agree with everything that comes out of the Vatican. Sorry. I have no issue with homosexuality. Love is love, and people are lucky and blessed to find it wherever they find it. I believe that priests should be allowed to marry and that women should be accorded more prominent positions within the church structure. There's more, but let's just leave it that I realize the Pope is not doing a little jig everytime I open my mouth and declare I'm Catholic. For the totter to that teeter though, I've been t...
Always so nice to visit you. Stop by my place and catch my new giveaway! Happy Sunday!
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hope alls well for you, have a great week :-)
Dear Distracted, was out of circulation for a while, doing some deep breathing elsewhere, but good to get back to the blogosphere, and to catch up a little with some of the best, like yours... love the music selections you've posted lately, the jazz cover, and the pieces from Mardi Gras, and this one. Awful to think that one tiny blood vessel can burst, and wham, we're sent away, never to return. Fragile creatures we are, strange how we can be so proud and arrogant, when we should be quiet and humble, oh so humble.
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