Another "New Age feminists turn Catholic mother of six" story.
I can't get enough of it.
Guess I'll have to get the book.
Another "New Age feminists turn Catholic mother of six" story.
I can't get enough of it.
Guess I'll have to get the book.
How about telling all her previous DEMOCRAT friends al about this and see what happens
Their reaction would be telling, I am sure.
Cue anti-Catholic bigots 3,2,....
It was in 1947 when my aunt (an organist in a Catholic Church) took me with her one Sunday afternoon to Eucharistic Adoration.
She disappeared into the choir loft where the organ was located and left me to fend for myself to sniff the incense, watch in fascination as some guy in ornate vestments held a gold monstrance (only later did I find out that it was called a monstrance) in the air and it suddenly dawned on me that this was where I belonged.
Why? I cannot answer the question. From that day on I was never interested in any other religion but spent all my efforts in studying Catholic theology. My parents even sent me to a Jesuit school. I have been inside a Protestant church twice to bury colleagues from work and have been inside a Maronite church once to attend Mass.
Somehow I never felt the urge to search for the truth because I felt I had found it. I shall take this conviction with me to the grave.
And all that because I got high on some incense in 1947.
Oh dear!
Sobbing NOW!!
Not a single mention of Jesus Christ in the entire piece...Looks like another person looking for religion and finding it, without the Savior...
I searched for the ‘Death Cookie’ on Google...I’d recommend all Catholics read it...