You still have them? I’ll take them if you don’t want them.
You were so blessed to grow up in the Faith.
I trust that Silverlings
knew/knows that the only fitting thing to do with idols
is to hammer them to pieces/ burn them to ashes/ pulverize them or otherwise utterly destroy them—praying spiritual warfare prayers in the process.
One would not want to be responsible before God for transferring such hideousness and their demonic attachments to some other mortal.
No I was saved as a Baptist believer at 7, and we lived out in the sticks. It was too far for us to walk to the regular school, but the Catholic school bus picked up the neighbor kids so my old man talked them into picking us up--- of course then we went to the Catholic school, for 2 years until, thankfully, we moved.
It was one of the most traumatic experiences my brother and I ever had. He was bullied constantly and I had to fight for him. And I was younger by 2 years
The nuns were hideous bearded menopausal creatures that carried straps around the school, just looking for trouble.
If I was the only kid who knew the answer and raised my hand, I was ignored. I was forced to attend all kinds of strange rituals, to this day I have no idea what was going on, as there seemed to be a feast day 2-3 times a week and they dragged us off to this Gothic nightmare of a church with idols all over the place. There was a lot of kneeling, chanting, mumbling, God only knows what. The other kids told me just to do what they did. Up and down, chant, mumble, craziness. Get holy water at the door, genuflect, scrape and bow, every other minute.
The priest was creepy, the altar boys were my friends and they swore like sailors and said they drank the old guy's wine. I think the priest was always drunk. Later, in fact within the last ten years, he has been sentenced to prison for you all know what----- he was just moved from parish to parish, molesting little children. No wonder the boys drank.
thankfully my mother kept us sane, we went to a Baptist church every Sunday, Christmas etc. I look at my time there as an education that God meant me to have alright, but not like a Catholic wants to think.
My mother said well we dont have idols, so do whatever you want with them. The Marys were all shot with beebee guns in the pasture, then we buried them or something. I dont know, and dont care.