Talk about a holy trinity!
I often begin my comments with “as the good lord intended,” but I doubt that the good lord, in his infinite wisdom and mercy, had this in mind.
“Sts. Peter and Paul Catholic Church got rid of the altar — Archbishop Gregory Aymond ordered it burned — and replaced it with a new one.”
“I stood in the midst of the world and revealed myself to them in the flesh. I found them all intoxicated. Not one of them was thirsty and my soul grieved for the children of humanity, for they are blind in their hearts. They do not see. They came naked into the world, and naked they will leave it. At this time, they are intoxicated. When they have vomited their wine, they will return to themselves.” – Some Guy
“Take eat, this is my body…”
Whatever happened to excommunication?
Not to get too serious about this story, but . . . if the Catholic Church burns an altar where three consenting adults did something, what do they do with those places where much worse things happened?
I don’t know the answer to that question, but I have another one.
If I had to say ten rosaries after confessing that I lifted a quarter from my mom’s purse, how many did this guy have to say?
It’s difficult for me to imagine an altar made of a substance that can be burned. When I was a youngster, it seemed that they were all made of sturdier stuff – marble or granite or …?
Now they just use a wooden altar kid from IKEA?