Poor little fella has more spots than the eye can see or count, bless him, He's very clingy and there is more cream on him than a sun tan shop in summer. Here we were in happier days when he was aquiring a taste for the blood of Christ - apologies to those who are not familiar with Christianity's family meal. Strange really that the one who reaches out from heaven should suggest that to remember him we should think about eating his body and drinking his blood. As I've always thought, Christianity is madness, but it's a madness I don't want to be without...
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I'm reminded of a woman at my local church's mental health drop-in who saw things rather literally and who would only take wine and not the host. Her reason being "you don't eat your friends".
This suggests two things: a) she was a believer in the 'real presence' (one step beyond the traditional Anglican Half Man Half Biscuit theology) and b) in her world it was apparently acceptable to drink a friend's blood.
Hmmm....
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