Living life as a 28 yr old, married, Catholic, teacher, lifter, and runner. With cute shoes. 2012 Miles: 476.12 2014 Miles: 307.7 Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them- A.A. Milne
I don’t get how people can take their Catholic faith so casually. LIKE GUYS.
THAT’S JESUS THAT’S ON THE ALTAR AND IN THE CONFESSIONAL.
AND JESUS’ MOTHER WANTS TO PRAY FOR US AND WANTS US TO BE HER CHILDREN TOO.
AND THE POPE IS THE DIRECT SUCCESSOR OF PETER.
AND LOOK AT ALL THE SAINTS WE GET TO BE A PART OF HISTORY WITH WHO ARE ALWAYS CHEERING US ON.
AND WE ARE IN COMMUNION WITH ALL THE OTHER CATHOLICS IN THE WORLD AND HEAVEN DURING MASS.
look what you can buy
There is a Pope in the Cars universe. This means that there is Catholic Christianity, which means there was a Jesus car who was crucified. Jesus Chrysler was crucified by car Romans under Pontiac Pilot who washed his wheels. A car was nailed to a cross and ascended to Heaven.
damn the pope about to preach some sick verses
the guy beatboxing behind him
YO YO YO Pope P-Money Francizzle in da HOUSE (of God),
Layin’ down some psick Psalms and some wicked Wisdom~
Old Gregory’s rhymes, they might leave you tired,
But just like that plainchant, my words are inspired
I’m dope, I’m the Pope, and you know I’m infallible,
Sayin’ a Mass in my alb, stole, chasuble
I got nuns in my posse and cardinals in my crew
We followin’ Christ, that most radical Jew,
The Son of God, the Way and the Truth and the Light
Second Person of the Trinity, you know he’s a’ight, we tight, yo
Teachin’ the catechism, no time for schism
Don’t like what I’m preachin’, check it out, no need to get mad again
I’m bloggin’ and tweetin’ God’s word from the Vatican
You diggin’ my beats, you think I got it goin’ on
Why don’t you check out the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John?
Or the writings of Augustine
He always bustin’
Out the rhymes
For the love of The Lord, he gave up all his good times
I ain’t done yet, but for now, I gotta jet
Can’t say when I’ll be back
Like my homeboy Christ, don’t know the hour or the day
Till then, pull out your rosary, read my encyclical, and pray
PEACE OF CHRIST
Someone send this to the Vatican. Now.
I’ve been ostracized before. I’ve been made fun of. I’ve been the butt of jokes. But I’ve always been ostracized for my look, or my awkwardness, or where I came from. I’ve never had the struggle of being attacked and isolated for my character… or what people think is my character.
When there is a group of people preaching love and tolerance for all, there is a great irony when that same group attacks with gossip and slander. We see it in churches, we see it in “safe places.” By our fallen human nature, we back stab each other. It’s been a while since I’ve been on the receiving end of it.
Going back was my middle finger to you all. I’m not scared of your gossip and name calling.
Demonize me all you want. But no one knows the inner workings of friendships and relationships except the people involved in them. And to have friends for years turn on you during terrible distress and confusion, and disregard that everyone screwed up…. all parties involved, go ahead, take sides.
Thanks for drinking my booze, eating my food, and forgetting your wedding gifts. When you point out the “slut/whore/bitch/backstabber/whatever…..”, make sure the chick is a little less obvious in her turning her entire head.
I’m so grateful to be away from arrogance and pride, so disappointed in myself to waste years of my life on people who never truly cared, and just count the number of others that they can control and manipulate.
Controlled and manipulated no more.