Here's a common conversation between aunts, uncles, and parents when I was a kid:
Adult 1: I always take the eucharist, but I never take the wine.
Adult 2: Oh, I know! They wipe it off every time, but you can just never be sure.
Adult 1: You never can.
Adult 2: I love God, but I'm not getting a cold!
Adult 1: Seriously. It's a flawed way of doing it.
They believe in transubstantiation. That takes a lot of faith. When I was a kid, I figured that sacredness killed surface germs. The reward for our faith and courage was not catching a cold, that is. All I'm saying is, I never once got sick after going to mass. It doesn't seem that unbelievable, comparatively.
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Germ-transmission illness more likely will come from the congregation members' handshakes and holding of hands during certain prayers. That's why I make sure I sit in a dark, isolated corner in the last pew, and wear fake hand bone-fracture bandages. God watches over those who watch out for themselves, I always say. Right, God?
ReplyDeleteI knew you would have a good comment for this one. :) I really wanted to bring this up in Theology class, but I must have forgotten.
ReplyDeletePeace be with you, brother Gargoyle. I give you a nice, clean nod.