She asked if I'd been to the new church in town that will remain nameless. Suffice it to say that the word 'Crusade' is on the facade. Without waiting for a response, she pulled out a card- a business card. The name on it, she explained, was her son's. He was the 'lay pastor' of the church.
I bit my lip as I wanted to sarcastically tell her that we had some 'lay priests' in the Catholic church (as evidenced by news reports) but decided against it. Instead, I thanked her and took the card as I made my way out of the store- discarding the card on the way out.
When I got home, I told my girlfriend (my 'better-half') what had happened. She laughed. She knew better than most how seriously I took such things and probably realized how troubled I was by it long before I did.
A discussion such as that can easily lead to talking about outhouses, forced sterilizations, special furnaces, and war.
Originally published at www.AmeriPundit.com
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