My immediate family wasn't catholic, but we had catholic friends and a few relatives. So, very rarely, we had to attend a wedding or a funeral, and a couple times, an actual mass. It was awkward, we never knelt or stood or sang or came forward. Period. One of the few things dad was super strict about. We had a talk before every time we set foot in a catholic church.
Of course, I'd relish being an obvious lump these days, in the profoundly unlikely event I'd go for some reason.
Of course, I'd relish being an obvious lump these days, in the profoundly unlikely event I'd go for some reason.
The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.
