I'm the epitome of WASPishness (if you count the whole atheist/agnostic line straddling), but culturally. White? Oh my yes. Anglo-Saxon? Check and check. Protestant? Most certainly.
So, when the other Hussies explain certain fundamental aspects of Catholicism to me, I boggle, fascinated, in much the same way I do when friends explain Judaism and Jewish ritual to me.
I say over and over again - nice protestant girls don't do those things. (Mostly meaning we don't have exciting rituals or festivals for anything, unless you count candlelight service at Christmas and the occasional potluck.)
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life_on_queen told me these funny, touching stories about communion wafers that makes me want to compile all these little bits of cultural/religious/community experiences into a book.
So, favorite strange religious moment (not so much faith based as culture based)?
I admit to heathenish tendencies. I admit to joining the church choir to lust after a pair of twins at 16 (and sadly, now that twins have been ruined for me, that whole endeavor seems a little creepy:)
I admit to lighting candles in every church in Rome, just because. The closest I'd felt to a god since attending church with the Quakers as field work, and literally feeling the spirit move through me and around the room. Followed by pie.
I want to call the collected anthology, "How Nice Catholic Girls Learned to Shut Up and Swallow" based on Kath's story. Although, I don't necessarily want to SECURE my place in hell:)
ETA: Kath's story was in NO WAY dirty!
So, when the other Hussies explain certain fundamental aspects of Catholicism to me, I boggle, fascinated, in much the same way I do when friends explain Judaism and Jewish ritual to me.
I say over and over again - nice protestant girls don't do those things. (Mostly meaning we don't have exciting rituals or festivals for anything, unless you count candlelight service at Christmas and the occasional potluck.)
Today, both
So, favorite strange religious moment (not so much faith based as culture based)?
I admit to heathenish tendencies. I admit to joining the church choir to lust after a pair of twins at 16 (and sadly, now that twins have been ruined for me, that whole endeavor seems a little creepy:)
I admit to lighting candles in every church in Rome, just because. The closest I'd felt to a god since attending church with the Quakers as field work, and literally feeling the spirit move through me and around the room. Followed by pie.
I want to call the collected anthology, "How Nice Catholic Girls Learned to Shut Up and Swallow" based on Kath's story. Although, I don't necessarily want to SECURE my place in hell:)
ETA: Kath's story was in NO WAY dirty!
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Date: 2007-08-27 09:33 pm (UTC)Well, now I just sound like a pervert... Like we needed help with getting that rumour around...
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Date: 2007-08-27 09:38 pm (UTC)No, they really were nice stories, really lovely stories!
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Date: 2007-08-27 09:36 pm (UTC)Blessing of the Baskets on Holy Saturday afternoon. You gather up all of the specially prepared Easter food into a basket and take it to church. The asiles (what ever) are lined with cloth covered baskets. Father then says a bunch of stuff and walks down the asiles sprinkling holy water on all and their loot. Then around 4pm the basket, freshly blessed, arrives home and the feasting begins.
Things to note: one is not allowed to eat anything that is in the basket until after it is blessed. The smell of cooking ham all frelling Saturday and you can't touch is the worst kind of tease. The no-meat rule that began on Good Friday is in effect until after the basket is blessed. The basket usually contains the following: homemade bread, ham, kolachi, nutroll, poppyroll, hard-boiled eggs, salt, honey, cedec(spelled wrong), kielbasi (also spelled wrong), and some other stuff I am probably forgetting.
My uncle told me about when he was a kid and the gypsies would come to the church (yes, there were actual gypsies in my neihborhood at one time) with their huge baskets, hemp wrapped jugs of homemade wine sticking out. cool stuff.
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Date: 2007-08-28 03:59 pm (UTC)I went to the Blessing of the Animals at St. John's in NYC one year. Paul Winter and company were the house band. I was quite shocked at that. Anywho, they opened the center doors (one of the only times they do) and there was a procession of animals. Folks in white quasi-Franscian robes led a procession of animals from a bowl of algea on a red velet pillow (they did the same with a white mouse) to an elephant. It was pagentry at it's grandest and most profound.
There is a reason Bono said that Catholicsm is the glam-rock of religions.
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Date: 2007-08-27 10:09 pm (UTC)Glad it was a good experiance for you. My lovely little hippy religion works for me. My father's side of the family has been Quaker as far back as we can research (which is the 1700s), so I love little reminders that other Quakers exist out there. It's an uncommon religion.
My weirdest "religious" experiance doesn't come from my religion but from a comment someone else made after hearing my morbid family history and list of injuries. I was told "you must have some bad karma to work off!" I think that's the single most horrible thing you can say to someone who's had a lot of death in their family. It's the equivalent of "your daddy, grandparents, uncle, and friends all died because YOU were a bad person in a former life." It just struck me as the oddest, rudest, most horrible thing to say based on religious or cosmic beliefs. Bad karma? Lame!
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Date: 2007-08-27 10:29 pm (UTC)but your proposed title is FABULOUS.
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Date: 2007-08-27 10:46 pm (UTC)And yeah, I LOVE the title! I actually am so terribly charmed by the idea of a collection of community/ritual stories from people our age!
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Date: 2007-08-27 11:53 pm (UTC)on the Gulf coast and Catholics are in the majority
there.
They have the blessing of the fleet every spring.
All the boats are decorated and freshly painted.
It's a sort of "county fair' type atmosphere.
This happens in the spring for the beginning of fishing season.
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Date: 2007-08-28 02:14 pm (UTC)Though I am also as WASP-y as you can get, and of the New England Puritan strain to boot. No really fun religious customs.
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Date: 2007-08-28 05:21 pm (UTC)Mass would start at 8PM on the Saturday night. It would already be dark. We'd take our seats inside, but then the priest would invite us all OUTSIDe the church (we were at a catholic university, so the church doubled as a lecture hall/performance center etc) and there would be a fire, and we were all given candles and the easter candle would be blessed and lit from the fire, and then the entire congregation would light their candles from the easter candle and there would be this sea of light, and we would all then walk into the church. It was always really amazing.
Then there would be mass, and we would do ALL the readings, from Genesis forward (I usually read either Isaiah - "everyone who thirsts, come to the water" - or Baruch). And then the new adult catholics would be baptised and confirmed (and we baptised them by full immersion -- in a heated WATERING TROUGH!) and there would be an "intermission" so they could change. And then the rest of mass, which would end around midnight.
And then there was always a MARVELOUS reception with lots of wine. A reception I helped prepare and run every year I was there, actually. I really really treasure those memories. The people and the spirit and the whole thing was the very best of the Catholic church.
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