Dear brother,
I have now attended mass at both the site of Jesus' birth (midnight mass at the Church of the Holy Sepulcher) and Jesus' baptism (morning mass at the Jordan River Baptism Site). I have left early from both of them. I don't know if Randall would be ashamed for my dismissal of church, or proud of me sticking it to the Catholics. Either way, boom. Big-timed, Catholic Church. Chris Tomke in this bitch.
On another note, after two-plus weeks of diarrhea, I have finally gotten back to solid BMs, something I'd been desperately waiting for (which will quickly leave once I reach SE Asia, I imagine). Today, my steady diet of falafel, pita, hummus, and various rice-based dishes allowed me to achieve that rarest of fecal feats. The Holy Grail of the porcelain throne: The Double Iceberg. That's right. Two of them, side by side, both breaching the surface. It was an infinitely more moving (pun!) experience than the morning mass, which was (as any Catholic service), pretty much inaccessible to an outsider.
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