When I took my first look at you, my church, I fell madly in love. You were creaky with history, rejuvenated by change, laden with rites and rituals, lousy with saints and scapulars. You dressed gaudily with bells and smells, charms and mysteries. You were deep. You had style. I chose you. You were the kind of lover to make a mother say, "Stay away from that one! Trouble!"
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Well Said: Laden with rites and rituals, lousy with saints and scapulars
Another good 'un found by idly paging through my first quote journal.