The Catholic church was filled to overflowing one Sunday morning. The priest was ready to start the Mass when two men, dressed in long black coats and black hats entered through the main doors at the back of the church.
One of the two men walked to the middle of the church while the other stayed at the back. They both then reached under their coats and withdrew automatic weapons.
The one in the middle announced, "Everyone willing to take a bullet for Jesus stay in your seats!"
Naturally, the pews emptied, followed by the choir.
After a few moments, there were about twenty people left sitting in the church. The priest was holding steady in the pulpit.
The men put their weapons away and said, gently, to the priest, "All right, Father, the hypocrites are gone now. You may begin the service."
Ooo err! You've been diddled re. half term, Mac; we're notn back until tomorrow!
ReplyDeleteHere's one to ponder this week: who (excluding the BVM & apostles) is your favourite saint?
Hey, Let's try that out in all our local parishes. It would be interesting to see who the diehards are??
ReplyDeleteI think you should send this in to the Catholic Dilemmas column in the Catholic Herald, as I'd like to have a second opinion about what I should do should this happen to me :-)
ReplyDeleteAh, but La Mamma... I think I might get a little longer off at Christmas... I go back on Jan 7th! I think some people are going back earlier. At least, that's what I keep telling myself!!
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... and some schools arrange their INSET days differently...
A very devout elderly lady used to sit in front of us at Mass. After a particularly rousing rendition of "Faith of our fathers" at the end of one Mass, she turned to us and said she has never been able to sing that hymn, because if it came to the crunch, she was not sure she could die for the Faith. It really bothered her. Sometimes honesty is the bravest thing of all!
ReplyDeleteQuick shooting, that is easy! Its the pliers and the electricity, the brutality, the solitude, the cold, the filth, the hunger that is what is difficult.
ReplyDeleteI paraphrase a prisoner for the faith who just about survived the Albanian camps for fifteen years.
What is worse - taking a bullet for Jesus or holding hands at the Our Father?
ReplyDeleteOh my, Anon...that one was priceless. I admit, I didn't know where this one was going...
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ReplyDeleteGimme the bullet every time!