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NON SERVIAM Even at 7 found Catholic transubstantiation hard to swallow. Much preferred the Protestant metaphor better. The priest exposing the host in the monstrance the congregation bowing in veneration. "Corpus Domini nostri..." Now...holy cow Jesus is leaping from the tip of my tongue Christ...clinging to my palate hanging on for dear life before going to pieces slipping down my...gulp . . .oe... soph...a...gus . ". . .In vitam eternam. Amen." The incense from the thurible as it sways making me feel so si...aghhhhh...ck! Me a little Lucifer a lightbringer ...my own morning star. Afraid I am going to throw Him up the second coming as I sit in my pew and stew transubstantiation is the pits.
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
NON SERVIAM
NON SERVIAM Even at 7 found Catholic transubstantiation hard to swallow. Much preferred the Protestant metaphor better. The priest exposing the host in the monstrance the congregation bowing in veneration. "Corpus Domini nostri..." Now...holy cow Jesus is leaping from the tip of my tongue Christ...clinging to my palate hanging on for dear life before going to pieces slipping down my...gulp . . .oe... soph...a...gus . ". . .In vitam eternam. Amen." The incense from the thurible as it sways making me feel so si...aghhhhh...ck! Me a little Lucifer a lightbringer ...my own morning star. Afraid I am going to throw Him up the second coming as I sit in my pew and stew transubstantiation is the pits.
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
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