Wednesday, March 17
All Praise to St. Patrick (and a word on the Holy Sponge of Rockall)
A happy St. Paddy's to all and sundry (and then some), that day of the year when melting-pot Americans celebrate the one-fourth or one-eighth of their blood which is pure Irish by drinking green beer (that would be blasphemous in Dublin) to solemnize a transplanted Romano-British aristocrat whose real name was Succat. But anyway, Go Irish! Expect further blogging soon on Fr. Reggie Foster (OCD) and the various adventures of my fellow Whapsters in Rome, once I finally get my latest round of projects done. An architect's work is never done.
In the meantime, for those of you in a satirical-ecumenical mood, if you think that your parish's liturgy is bad, check out this week's services at the Patriarchate of Rockall-Aquilea-Grado, the only autocephalous and autocratic Eastern Orthodox humor website online (link courtesy of the less-autocratic and equally funny Onion Dome). Trust me, if you're not laughing by the end of Vespers, you have serious humor issues. Also, in regards to the delightfully apocryphal St. Ermintrudis of the Sponge (and her peculiar childhood method of detecting heretics), remember that we at the Shrine invented St. Flutius first.
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