Then you never had to go through Hell Week at a tough college fraternity. A couple of years after it, I did NCO School with West Point Cadets as Tactical Officers chewing you out, standing on my head.
Here's the scenario at Hell Week:
Pledge Candidate doing pushups, while singing: "The Saltine Warrior is a bold bad man, and his weapon is a pigskin ball . . ."
Brother, counting: "One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three . . ."
You see?
The priest told me not to die with all those mortal sins on my soul. Little did know, EVERY sin is a mortal sin, and has ETERNAL implications.
Piece of cake. Earn your way to Heaven under the RCC? Whipped cream with cinnamon all the way . . .
True, right?
I was a civilized man. I was USAF. When I went to the NCO Academy, we played volleyball. 😀
Piece of cake. Earn your way to Heaven under the RCC? Whipped cream with cinnamon all the way . . .
It seems I learned early, that I couldn't work my way to Heaven. Many seemed to be self satisfied, that somehow, it would work out for their souls. I was NEVER like that, so I kind of got away from that works based religion, especially after I was told not to read the Bible for myself. I went and read it anyway. See how rebellious I was? 😀