Then, this afternoon, while we were taking Mike to campus, he was pushing for putting on our newly gifted audio recording of the New Testament, but I wanted to listen to a new pop music cd, which I had brought for the occasion. I acceded to his (holier) wishes, albeit while making fun of the voice of Jesus (just a little bit). As we neared the campus I went ahead and put on some Matt Kearney, because he makes me feel good (and that's what is ALL about really, right?). So I put it on and Bernadette and I were quite content.
Not 2 minutes into the song, my other holier-than-me family member (the 3-year-old) asked repeatedly, "Can we please put on the Rosary???"
I'm just happy that even though the mother of these children is so *obviously* pagan, their baptismal graces are trumping that.
I may be unholy but I'm not entirely unhealthy:
|yup, you're seeing that right, it's a carrot. stop the presses.|
What can I say, I am a work in progress.
(*a note: I love the Bible and the Rosary)