re: #46 retired cynic

Ah, the Protestant Slump.

I remember when my sister got married. The groom’s side were all Catholic, whereas the bride’s side were all Protestant (Sis converted to Catholic). When the priest said, “Let us pray”, the groom’s side all hit the kneeboards, and on the bride’s side all the chins dropped to chests.

I’d never been to a Catholic church. Until they prayed, I had no idea what those things were for. I thought, “Footrests?”, which seemed a little relaxed for a church.