(I thought of this falling asleep Sunday night, but yesterday I couldn’t remember what I was going to confess.)
I love making jokes and puns out of bits & pieces of church services and daily readings. Not with any intentional disrespect, but I do tend towards fits of giggling at vespers.
Some are things that people have misheard (especially as children) and told me about, and now that part of the service can’t go past without me thinking of it.
“Oh Lord save the pious” so easily becomes “Oh Lord save the papayas.”
The Feast of the Enunciation.
I can’t go on. You get the idea.