Categories: life-and-musings
Date: 12 February 2008 12:05:23
I have water. And it comes out the taps and the shower! And some of it's even hot! Oooh, the dizzying excitement that is my life continues apace.
*makes note* no chocolate for Smudgie. Did those photos ever arrive, by the way? I e-mailed them a couple of weeks ago. If not, let me know and I'll send them again.
For those wondering about my current Facebook status*, I'm having a “discussion” with someone about Catholic belief and teaching. I'm not getting very far. She appears to get all of her information about what we believe from Jack Chick & Ian Paisley, with Fred Phelps thrown in for flavour, and I may have to bow out soon, since no matter what I say along the lines of “we don't worship Mary and the Saints,” she comes back with “and you worship Mary and the saints.” Anyway, one of the random things she came out with was about how Catholics are forbidden to read the Bible, which, I confess, came under the heading of “news to me,” since I own five and a half (the half is one I have mislaid, but I know is around Rosamundi Towers somewhere). And a Gideon New Testament.
Just to prove this theory, I went down to the Catholic bookshop next to the Catholic cathedral in Westminster last night. I browsed my way along shelf after shelf after shelf of Bibles, studies, concordances, dictionaries, etc, and bought two Bibles (honking great study Bible and little compact travel edition) and a set of index tabs for the travel edition. With nary a raised eyebrow, never mind men in nice red uniforms leaping out from behind the bookshelf bearing soft cushions and comfy chairs, they gave me a free “read the Bible and Catechism in a year” plan. “Looks good,” thinks me, “I shall give it a whirl,” so I started it on my journey into work this morning. (The Catechism bit will have to wait until I get home, my copy is huge, I'm not lugging that into work every day, I'll do myself an injury).
Anyway, I still haven't been picked up by the Inquisition for a spot of torturing yet, for all I was reading the Bible by myself, in public, this morning. The horror! The horror! I shall write to the Pope and complain about how far standards have slipped since he stopped Inquisitioning and became Pope.
My friend Techgirl suggested: “You should get yourself to confession pronto, and see how the priest responds when you admit to the awful sin of, erm, reading the Bible...”
I suspect an entire Rosary for the sin of wasting the priest's time would loom large in my future should I pull a stunt like that.
*If you're reading it after I've changed my status, it said “[rosamundi] is awaiting a visit from the Inquisition ;-)”