I'm drunk so.

Teresa of Avila recalled a vision in which an angel appeared before her and pierced her heart with a golden spear. Teresa described being repeatedly penetrated by the angel, setting her on fire with a love for God, and causing her to moan in ecstatic bursts of pain.

I saw in his hands a long golden spear […] This, he plunged into my heart several times into my heart, that it penetrated to my entrails. […] The pain was so severe that it made me utter several moans, and yet such pain was so exceedingly sweet that one cannot possibly desire it to cease. (St Teresa of Avila, 1515-1582)
She was my confirmation saint. for good reason;)
 
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*pulls you into a closet with me and whispers*
Say it with me Amy...


Bless me father for I have sinned..
It has been years since my last confession

I confess that I have committed the sin of...

Damn this could take a while

I missed this one...
Alright...I'm a traditionalist...on my knees in the closet.

Now there's a thread!
 
Only times I've ever been in a church were for weddings and funerals....and sadly, it's been far too many funerals.
 
Only times I've ever been in a church were for weddings and funerals....and sadly, it's been far too many funerals.

I went to Catholic school for a bit, then there was CYO and confirmation classes and yeah... Every Sat studying, every sunday church.

Except when I skipped cause I was a bad girl.
 
I went to Catholic school for a bit, then there was CYO and confirmation classes and yeah... Every Sat studying, every sunday church.

Except when I skipped cause I was a bad girl.

I spent all my school years in catholic school. So
 
Red wine...
In honor of the blood I just witness spewing from the throat of the Scottish King atop The platform...where his McDuff charged himself henceforth to return the throne to it's true heir...righting a most dastardly wrong...and concluding the madness that had befallen all of Scotland. Foulness abounded! Out! Out damn spot!
 
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