It is instilled in me that I cannot go into a church without lighting a candle. Blessing myself however spells danger and possibly bursting into flames.
I wait for that most days, Red. Blessing myself or not. I'm a combustible sort.
Being raised a Baptist, I always felt somewhat left out because we didn't have candle lighting. That always seemed romantically mystical somehow. Glad you didn't light yourself on fire. :)
Glad you didn't combust Radge, and that's interesting to hear of an Indian Mass. So what did you wish for when you blew out the candles? (Just kidding...but my son really did that once. Fortunately it wasn't the same Mass in which he yoinked the box of Host from the priest and ran off with it, so...)@hope--I have a niece who belongs to a Pentecostal church. When we visit, there are moments where we're simply freaked out by each other's rituals/churches! Yet it's somehow all to the same end.
I only ever visit churches as a tourist but I always have to light a candle!They are all electric these days so don't get the pleasure of a real flame.But I always make a wish for someone, old superstitions die hard!
Was it plain or garlic Christ?
Didn't stick around to find out but I'd had a big lunch.
I go to our local church occasionally - it's pretty and peaceful and a dear friend is buried in the churchyard, but not being a Catholic I've never dared light a candle. Maybe this Christmas?
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