One Year Ago: Vatican Idol

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One year ago today I came home from Mass and adoration and was feeling pretty good. I turned on my computer and was presented with this:

I felt sick. This was maybe the grossest moment I’ve ever experienced as a Catholic. Needless to say, if the past 12 months are any indication, I don’t think God has been too pleased either. 

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