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The Red Well-Read Reader

Story 134

So L-o-n-g in Church

In St. Paul, at St. Peter’s Catholic Church, Father Patrick, the

head priest, preached from his perch – a pulpit of pine, poplar, and

paper birch.

He said a couple re%dun%dant and re%pe%ti%tious, though

re•mark•a•bly and ri•dic•u•lous•ly re•rem•ber•a•ble things: “Each and

every single sol•i•tary sinner’s soul has been be•smirched with stain,

smear, smudge, or smirch. Therefore, every month on the first, fifth,

fifteenth, and twenty-fifth, and on the first and fifth Fridays, we

ought not in the lest feast, but fast . . . from fish like flounder, pike,

pickerel, and perch.

“The Bible we must research, searching, scouting, striving for our

Heavenly plot . . . our place, our perch. Otherwise we leave to chance

being left alone – lorn, forlorn, lonely in a lurch.”

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