I was visiting my mom’s church in the ‘80s. This was not my hometown. My Parents moved when I joined the Navy.
In Boca Raton, the Catholics go to church, and leave, before the host has barely touched their lips. Why are the parishioners in such a rush to get to the parking lot? The priest crosses himself; too many are already crossing the threshold of the church grounds, waving goodbye to a restful Sunday, heading for trouble with a sanctimonious grin. Hope they stop to look within. My observation: stunned!!!!!!!!!
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