I own a sincere apology to everyone who has ever seen me on my knees in a “house of God”… Advertisements
The preachers, politicians, and other snake oil salesmen do not profit by making their congregations, constituents, and customers comfortable in their own skins.
It all began when the stork dropped my buns down a working class chimney in New Jersey in 1961… after which I was raised in a minority rite of the Catholic Church known as Byzantine Catholic.
Call me an atheist, if you will, but do know this…
Be advised! BE ADVISED!!!