Things you miss slightly about being Catholic (though not enough to go back)

[curryeater]

1. people saying "pray for me" all the time. Sweet and humble. especially when you are a child and the person saying it is very important.

1. lurid tchotchkes with lush, strawberry-like sacred hearts, completely unironically given and received.

1. frisson of anti-little-england rebellion

yy to tchotchkes.

praying and knowing that it is heard.

i say prayers for my grandmother and they fly out of me like leaves on a wind, i don't know where they go or who finds them

who do i help with these? i don't know

i am one giant theological question mark at the mo lol

As a child I used to do a weekly reading at the pulpit .... I loved standing there reading aloud, hardly understood what I was reading, but loved been up on the altar .....

Numbering, people, numbering!

1. praying and knowing that it is heard (chibi)

1. As a child I used to do a weekly reading at the pulpit .... I loved standing there reading aloud, hardly understood what I was reading, but loved been up on the altar ..... (iwantavuvezela)

1. feeling more badass than other Christians who don't live with stuff like mortal sin and the fear of hell every day

1. Lost something? Not to worry, pray to St Anthony.

1. Having a mob of dead relatives keeping an eye out for you and looking after you from beyond the grave.

1. Skiving out of double Maths with the need to urgently confess your terrible mortal sins.

10. Lovely kind nuns

11. The sexy parish priest.

Mother Mary - especially since having my child. Just know that she would understand :)

God, I love a good Holy medal and Cemetery Sunday.

I have no real fear of death and my kids have been to funerals, graveyards etc.

We still go to mass, well I do with the kids every so often. I think I was sniffily called a cultural Catholic a while back