Showing posts with label Eucharist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eucharist. Show all posts

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Happy Feast of St. Clare!

Founder of the Poor Clares...
General Bad-ass
(i.e. one of my favourite stories EVER about a Saint, Muslims invading in the crusades, she grabs the monstrance with the Host in it and parades it around and basically knocks the invaders out just by the sight of our Lord.  Yes. Please.)

And most recently...
Patron of TV....


Blind and on her deathbed, Clare was able to witness the Mass on her cell wall, thus prophesying EWTN and Mother Angelica.  Uh...thanks? Clare...

Dear St. Clare,
Being that you are in charge of all things to do with TV, please grant me this favour.  A 24 hour Toddler's and Tiaras only network.  You're the bomb.  Love, Frank.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Sunday Best

In keeping with the expose-zay on Detroit's kitsch factory  that this week has been, lets look at some of the stuff they had there that was actually super beautiful....ladies and gentlemen....i give you......

And yes, that's me in the reflections.



That's my mother beside me, p.s.


....no words...only SONG can express the feeling!

Monday, July 4, 2011

Adventures in Missing the Point

It's Barbara's First Communion.

A good idea made skanky by Barbie.  As usual.  

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Sunday Best

Well, it's Sunday, so why not take a little break from all the eye vomit and indulge in a little eye candy!


Dear whoever wants to buy me this...
OR in silver



I basically turn into this lady looking at fancy chalices online...

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Monster-Ence


This is a monstrance.
'Jesus' is doing yoga in the statue.
Jesus is rolling His eyes and vomiting in the Host.


Lent starts tomorrow, get your sinning done so you have something to repent for!

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Post the Host

"Street Mass"

Ok, for those of you who don't know "post the host" was a project (that I think failed royally, honestly, since I am getting a 404 everytime i try to go to it) some guy tried to do (he was a member of the "open episcopal church" which probably means "whatever I want" church) where he would mail....yes MAIL a consecrated host to who ever had ordered one, then they could go onto youtube and watch whatever Mass they liked best (kind of like burger king of kings).

I KNOW RIGHT
So anyway....here, in all its glory...is his "street mass" and i am warning you now if you have a Traditional bone in your body you WILL vomit.



Ok. Now you know that up in Heaven Jesus is literally turing to His Father and saying WHAT THE F*CK. Ok, maybe not literally. I certainly am. JC? Shizzle with the poor? mad respect? man on the f*cking donkey? THAT LORD'S PRAYER WAS WORSE THAN THE NEW ZELAND PRAYER BOOK'S.