Posted by:
madalice
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Date: March 24, 2016 08:25PM
The TBM's are showing their true colors. Brown. As in head in a brown paper bag.
When I was in about 3rd to 8th grade I would walk several blocks to the library. On the way home I would stop in at the Catholic church and light a candle. I loved being in that church all alone. I loved that the doors were open and I could go in there any time. I loved the ambiance of the flickering candles and the stained glass windows. I thought the statues were a little creepy, but I loved the one of Mary that looked at you with such love on her face.
My TBM mother would have come apart at the seams if she'd of known about me going into that den of iniquity. I knew mormons were wrong about Catholics at a very young age. I had a friend who was Catholic. He was the one who showed me how to go in and light a candle and pray for someone, even if it was myself. I never went to a Catholic service, but I spent plenty of time in their Sanctuaries. As I got older and could drive, I went at least once a month to the Grotto in Portland. It's a beautiful and peaceful place. Especially at night.
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