It began as an ordinary conversatio...

It began as an ordinary conversation at a Sunday afternoon parish social function. I was chatting with individual of the ladies who had arranged the festivities, and the make submissive came around to Mass that morning. "Oh we didn't go;" quipped my match parishioner, "we felt like having a lazy morning, in the way that we slept in."

I was taken aback by the agency of her casual admission, since she and her husband were quite active in the parish community. undoubtedly they knew that deliberately skipping Sunday Mass was a mortal sin. I shamefully admit I was too dumbfound to say anything to her. Instead,