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November 30, 2014

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Karen.

That.

Angela Giles Klocke

Tee hee -- oh well. :D

AmmaDood

I thought we were paragons of quiet sanctity. Actually at that moment, Sophia was explaining to me with that worried, deeply thoughtful look on her face, that she could not take Jesus in her hand yet, and I was saying that her day will come. Theology happens when it happens.

laura

Mass is over for me as soon as I sit behind a baby. A BABY! One of God's greatest creations. I'll never get God points and I'm okay with that.

KG


I believe God only gives points during the other 188 hours in the week when we aren't sitting in a pew. Too many people I know punch that "church time" card on Sundays and live the other 188 hours less than Christian like. I think God is just happy to see us together on Sundays, no matter where our minds wander too mid-mass.
Miss your posts as always gf! So happy to see you on again.

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