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Monday, 17 January 2005



When my wife and I got married, I was not at all looking forward to the hoops I expected the Catholic Church to make me jump through for the priviledge. Upon our first meeting with the priest, he said, "I am not going to ask Paul to convert. I already have enough non-practising Catholics in this parish." I was delighted to meet an intelligent and pragmatic member of the clergy. Then we moved to Aurora, and I met the priest of this parish. I haven't been back to church since.


A co-worker once asked me: "What religion are you?"

"Catholic. Well... Lapsed Catholic."

"Is there another kind?"

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