A mouse took her mask, True Story.
After hearing a good motivational catholic lesson on YouTube, which is pretty rare, I wanted to write about Mass. I wouldn't call myself a regular church goer now. But when I was younger I went to church regularly. You could say I was a devote catholic. I liked the songs. I liked playing football at the church yard. I once tried to hit the kebero like Yared; and you know the proverb.
Then came Darwin and his evolutionary theory; but that wasn't all that made me drift from the universal church. I became bitter. I couldn't find a girlfriend. Last time I had a (or two) girlfriend(s) was two years ago.
Where was I? Yeah, Mass. Even when I was younger, I didn't want to take Eucharist because I felt dirty and unaccepted in the eyes of God. So, I didn't. I sometimes do. It also has been awhile since I had confession.
My nephew came from an European country. Most of them are Catholics. The priest scornfully looked at him ("ቄሱ ገላመጠኝ!"). He never went back to that church.
I remember going to a Springfield (IL) Catholic church. I was feeling sick (mentally). I went there with my brother's family. I go out to receive the Eucharist. I recall a lady who was nicely dressed, even curvy, who went before me, was also sitting right in front of us. Something about her made me suspect- The Curve.I took the bread (ህብስት) from one priest, and another gave us the chalice. I see her drinking from the chalice and she was drinking like a Savannah beast, may be a giraffe. And it was my turn to drink from the chalice, so the priest holds out (still carrying) it to me. I try to sip in but the wine was too low. I even tried to take the cup unobtrusively but the priest hold it tight. So, I thought i can't struggle more. I stared at him, he stared back. The feeling I had for the woman was torn between liking her and being suspicious. I hope next time they dip the bread into the wine.
I met a woman a month ago in the age of pandemics. She told me a mouse took her mask. It felt like Christmas. True Story.
Q: Guess what the next piece would be about?(Mass transit?)
A: Mass Transit?
Q: What did the story look like?
A: Loosely Coupled?
Then came Darwin and his evolutionary theory; but that wasn't all that made me drift from the universal church. I became bitter. I couldn't find a girlfriend. Last time I had a (or two) girlfriend(s) was two years ago.
Where was I? Yeah, Mass. Even when I was younger, I didn't want to take Eucharist because I felt dirty and unaccepted in the eyes of God. So, I didn't. I sometimes do. It also has been awhile since I had confession.
My nephew came from an European country. Most of them are Catholics. The priest scornfully looked at him ("ቄሱ ገላመጠኝ!"). He never went back to that church.
I remember going to a Springfield (IL) Catholic church. I was feeling sick (mentally). I went there with my brother's family. I go out to receive the Eucharist. I recall a lady who was nicely dressed, even curvy, who went before me, was also sitting right in front of us. Something about her made me suspect- The Curve.I took the bread (ህብስት) from one priest, and another gave us the chalice. I see her drinking from the chalice and she was drinking like a Savannah beast, may be a giraffe. And it was my turn to drink from the chalice, so the priest holds out (still carrying) it to me. I try to sip in but the wine was too low. I even tried to take the cup unobtrusively but the priest hold it tight. So, I thought i can't struggle more. I stared at him, he stared back. The feeling I had for the woman was torn between liking her and being suspicious. I hope next time they dip the bread into the wine.
I met a woman a month ago in the age of pandemics. She told me a mouse took her mask. It felt like Christmas. True Story.
Q: Guess what the next piece would be about?(Mass transit?)
A: Mass Transit?
Q: What did the story look like?
A: Loosely Coupled?
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