I Pray this never happens to me!
As a teenager, I was a devoted Catholic in a series of clubs that involved kneeling in deep introspection and reciting the novena.
My friends however were charismatic Christians, and one day they invited me to attend a ‘hip’ service. I agreed because, well, I was still a teenager and the idea of dance-hall music sounded good.
It turned out to be one of those services where there is a pastor running around screaming and the crowd howling back in response. Catholics don’t like noise. Then the pastor requested that we hold each other’s hands so that the ‘holy spirit’ could be roused from wherever she or he was sleeping to join us.
Catholics don’t like holding hands intimately with strangers either – even in the name of Jesus. We prefer to give you a quick handshake, say ‘peace be with you’ and let the matter be.
So we held…
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