@GoalBlogs@ItsRobbAllen Papal infallibility. My blunt and imperfect take. It’s not that the Pope can’t make mistakes. It’s the idea that God won’t allow the Pope to mess up The Church.
@NewHope215@ItsRobbAllen God is that which nothing else is greater than.
Acknowledging tradition is greater than starting each day with amnesia.
Tradition is part of realizing the fullness of Truth.
I drive by:
6 smoke shops
3 dispensaries
5 liquor stores
12+ fast food joints
On my way to the gym
Testosterone is a controlled substance & Customs is seizing peptides more aggressively than fentanyl
The government doesn’t care about your health
It cares about control
@AnotherBland@ItsRobbAllen It’s been a unique experience. When I tell any Catholic that my wife and I are converting, they’re outwardly genuinely happy and excited. All of them! Can’t say the same about the other denominations we were involved with.
"Can I get a name for the order?"
The theater lobby smelled of butter and youth. Still, a name is a name. I straightened, and gave mine its full weight.
"Nobunaga."
The girl smiled, tapped her screen, and a minute later called it proudly across the lobby:
"NACHO! Order for Nacho!"
A tray of chips. Before a hundred strangers clutching popcorn, the Demon King had been summoned to collect nachos.
(A lesser man might have died on the spot. I merely considered it.)
But the lobby had heard it now. To deny it would make a scene — and a samurai does not make a scene over cheese.
"Yes," I said, rising like a man called to the front. "I am Nacho."
And if I was to be Nacho, I would be a Nacho of unshakable honor.
Greatness is not in the name they shout. It is in how quickly you stand when they shout it.
So I rose every time, instantly, with the readiness of a man who has waited his whole life to be needed. (It was always my order. There is only one Nacho.) I gave my place in line to a mother holding twins. I caught a falling drink before it hit the floor. When a small boy spilled his popcorn and his lip began to tremble, I knelt, gathered what I could, and told him gravely that even great houses have lost a battle of popcorn, and risen again. He laughed through his tears.
"You're really kind," his mom said. "What's your name?"
"...Nacho," I admitted.
"Cool name."
"It is from a very old family," I said, and let her keep the warmer half of it.
At the door, tray in hand, I turned to that bright, noisy lobby full of strangers chasing two hours of joy, and gave them the only line I had:
"Answer to any name they give you — but answer like the name is lucky to be yours."
A kid clapped. The girl at the counter laughed. "...enjoy the movie, Nacho."
I did.
The name was small. I decided I would not be.
@ingelramdecoucy@LauraRbnsn Mormons are great. Lots of respect for them. Even thought about joining the church. But they’re not Christian (so I didn’t and won’t join).