
All of a sudden, the cassock decided it wanted to leave.
“This blog is rather like a fusion of the Baroque ‘salon’ with its well-tuned harpsichord around which polite society gathered for entertainment and edification and, on the other hand, a Wild West “saloon” with its out-of-tune piano and swinging doors, where everyone has a gun and something to say. Nevertheless, we try to point our discussions back to what it is to be Catholic in this increasingly difficult age, to love God, and how to get to heaven.” - Fr. Z

“teacher told me that every time a bell rings, a pope gets his wings!”
Ah, the wonderful things you can do to a vestment with starch.
Yes, the breath of the Holy Spirit is blowing ever more strongly about
this Holy Pope!
Your left eye is fine. Now cover your right eye and read the top line of the chart.
“Zypher Winds that blow on high, lift me now so I may fly!!!!!”
“The Flying Pope” preparing for takeoff. He is at the “HOLD” line waiting for “The Flying Nun” to land.
http://tvland.classictvhits.com/FlyingNun/Pics/FlyingNun02.JPG
–Guy
PS — Is it just my computer? All WDTPRS font is in red today.
I’m appalled Fr. Z. That’s a simar, not a cassock!
LOL at Guy Power!
“Oh, no! Now I know how Sister Bertrille felt!”
I don’t mean this to be disrespectful in the least. If it is, please delete it and accept my apology.
“In the middle of another long and boring meeting, the Holy Father decided to lighten the mood by doing his famous Marilyn Monroe imitation.”
See! I haven’t shut any of the windows John XXIII opened!
The Holy Father’s vestments come complete with defensive measures to soften impact.
Fr. Z wrote:
Oh, Georg! Where are you??
The flying nun has nothing on the Holy Father!
“Benedict XVI reveals his spitting velocoraptor technique.”
Sorry, it should read:
“The Holy Father reveals his spitting Dilophosaurus technique.”
http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/jurassicpark/images/thumb/3/33/Dilophosaurus.jpg/152px-Dilophosaurus.jpg
Darn. Too much starch AGAIN!
WOW! Even his apparel will wipe the persperation from his forehead. Who is this that even his clothes obey him?
@ Patrick,
That was awesome. Honestly, you have just made my day.
‘Help – I think I’m being attacked by a giant manta ray!’
Simar says, “See, I’ve even got over sleeves like back in the good ol’ days.”
“Man, I knew those american bishops were full of hot air, but this is crazy!”
Those beans were terrible.
The master of ceremonies arranged a simple but effective diversion to keep the Holy Father from seeing the spandex-clad dancers.
This static electricity is such a nuisance.
God is “THE WIND BENEATH MY WINGS”!
Sorry,
http://youtube.com/watch?v=4rRea9qnjK4
“Western wind, when will thou blow
The small rain down can rain?
Christ, if my [L]ove were in my arms
And I in my bed again!”
“Western wind, when will thou blow
The small rain down can rain?
Christ, if my [L]ove were in my arms
And I in my bed again!”
“Tell me when this Novus Ordo is over. I can’t bear to watch.”
Just kidding (kind of) :)
Pax Christi tecum.