After my stroke a few years ago, I came to the horrible realization that I had been involved in a cult for five years, one that almost tore me down, I guess in an attempt to build me back up in their image. Spiritually hurt, after a couple of years, I started to go back to what I knew, the Catholic Church, a different type of cult, but one I thought I could handle.
After a few visits to Mass though, I realized that I just couldn’t do it, as the priest’s homilies always seemed to be about two things: give me money and don’t give me abortions. If you know of another church near me, please let me know.
Regardless, one of the churches I came of age at, St. Francis of Assisi, 1901 NW 16th, recently had an Oktoberfest celebration that I stopped by at on Sunday. I thought it was a bit strange, as growing up, drinking binges were more of a secretive thing, something that the Knights of Columbus always did at their meetings.
Still, I guess the sanctity of alcohol beats the demonic tangents of Halloween.