As many of you know I am a practicing (emphasis on the not getting it right and trying again definition of "practice") Catholic. As such, I hit the pews on Sunday and pay attention to the good Father's homily.
At today's mass we heard the Twenty Third Psalm; we'd heard a portion of the Book of Jeremiah for the Old Testament reading. The Scripture reading was the start of the loaves and fishes story from Mark.
As I sat in the pew, an overwhelming feeling of dread arose. If you take a look at the readings, you'll notice a consistent metaphor for the children of God.
Dear God, SHEEP.
Let's all remember it wasn't but a few days ago that I was talking about Kari Dell's blog post about sheep.
Sheep are stupid.
If Jesus is the shepherd, that makes me....one of the sheep.
uh boy, thanks a lot, Lamb of God.
I just happened to be in the first occupied pew this morning so when the good Father began to speak about sheep, all I could think about was Kari Dell's post, and I started to laugh. And of course, being right there in front of his eyeballs, he couldn't help but see me. He's a good and kind man. He didn't stop and smack me with his rosary then and there, but I slunk down in the pew nonetheless.
Needless to say, I slithered shamefacedly down the aisle after mass, waited till the crowd had dispersed then said "I'm really sorry I laughed at that sheep thing Father. See...I have this client who lives on sheep farm, and she wrote this really funny blog post..."
He laughed, and said "yes, you were very baaaaaaad" and I fell on the sidewalk I was laughing so hard. Fortunately, no one called for an exorcism and I managed to crawl away...rather sheepishly of course.