Just made the once-yearly visit to Church. The good thing with being Catholic is that the service is exactly the same every week, so you know you'll be out in exactly 45 minutes (or 1 hour if there's singing)
Anyway as usual there was the sermon about not being materialistic, followed by what for me is the most spiritually moving part of the mass, namely when the collecting tin is passed round.
Times are hard in the Catholic church. The subprime mortgage fiasco has caught the Vatican Bank on the hop; some cardinals in Rome are down to their last Jacuzzi, and the supermodels are beginning to stay away from what they call 'the pontiff circuit'.
Not only that but the Church continues to hemorrhage money in settlements to people who have been abused by its priests. Only last week I heard of a congregation shocked by news that their trusty deacon had been discovered with twenty young boys playing bingo in the nude. His excuse was that they were feeling "hot".
I give the last word to the brilliant Rowan Atkinson. Some time ago, the BBC in the UK had an obligation to show some vaguely religious content every Sunday night. They had a show called 'Songs of Praise' where the TV cameras visited some dismal parish or other. Here's Rowan's take on it.
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Oh my, I haven't had a good laugh yet today and that definitely made my day happier.
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