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Rash Wednesday
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| OrangestO |
My first memory of being in a church came 21 years ago.
No, it wasn't at the hands of a priest putting his aforementioned extremities in my pants to see if he could make my wee wee go boing. Instead, he dipped his fingertips in a plate of black chalk and proceeded to put the signature of god on my forehead.
I wasn't too keen on giving up Inspector Gadget for a whole 40 days, but I was promised chocolate eggs in exchange for my loyalty to the guy I was staring at on the cross.
It had been more than 48 hours since I attended church. The black mark on my head had washed off the following day when I was given a bath.
Nothing seemed wrong.
I woke up early the following Saturday morning at about 6 a.m. to watch my usual cartoons and wrestling—no Inspector Gadget, though. I felt a burning and stinging sensation stream across my forehead, as if my father had used his belt on it.
I brought my problem to the attention of my mother.
She looked at me, rolled her eyes, and said, "Boy, what have you done to yourself this time?"
"I didn't do anything mom," I replied.
I walked over to a mirror and noticed the red rash spreading across my forehead.
"My father did this to me, didn't he?" I yelled at my mother.
"You haven't seen your father in weeks," she exclaimed.
"No, not him. The other guy who we call father and pretend to like every week."
My mother stood up from her chair, raised her arm above her head, and slapped me across the face.
"Now don't you ever talk about Father Prichard that way. He wants the best for you"
It took some years to figure out, but Father Prichard did want the best for me.
I grew up refusing to go to church for fear of getting that rash ever again.
I threw hissy fits. I threw tantrums. I cried until my mom couldn't bear it anymore and left me at home when she went to Sunday mass.
Whether he knows it or not, I owe Father Prichard a great deal for saving me. |
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| itsamemario |
Okay! |
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| Lira |
| I was raised a Catholic, and I don't even... |
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| kadomony |
| I once nail a whole bowl of milk without any ate |
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| OrangestO |
| quote: | Originally posted by Lira
I was raised a Catholic, and I don't even... |
Please elaborate, kind sir. |
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| Lira |
| quote: | Originally posted by OrangestO
Please elaborate, kind sir. |
I come from a Catholic family, and went all the way to confirmation... but I don't remember having any Simba-like mark on my forehead like that :conf: |
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| srussell0018 |
| It's pretty common. They use the palms from Palm Sunday and then burn them for the ashes on Ash Wednesday. The bishop of whichever diocese usually will make the sign of the cross on your forehead with the ashes. |
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| Lira |
| quote: | Originally posted by srussell0018
It's pretty common. They use the palms from Palm Sunday and then burn them for the ashes on Ash Wednesday. The bishop of whichever diocese usually will make the sign of the cross on your forehead with the ashes. |
God damn it, that serves me right for having a family that only went to church on Saturdays :( |
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| wotyzoid |
| Someone's going to hell... |
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| srussell0018 |
| Yeah enjoy that eternal damnation, Lira. Saturdays?? What are you some kind of Jew? |
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| Lagrangian |
You bible humping hick
Make sure to stay in Florida. |
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| Lagrangian |
| Judas is my savior. |
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