was widespread then, and still is, the perception that each time Mary appears and is portrayed in a different image or title–OL Guadalupe, OL Fatima etc, it is a different person, that we have dozens of Virgins.
this is so old, et cum spiri two two oh is God’s phone number
my little brother when he was asked to lead prayers always began with “Hello, God” because he heard
"Our Father, Hello in heaven"
if you guys are not honest I will have to post a poll: how many snuck into the convent at some point during their parochial school career to see how the nuns ate, slept, did they have TV and radio etc.?
I learned almost nothing about Mass as a very young child, because in the parish we attended before we moved (when I was 5) we always sat behind a lady who wore a fox fur neckpiece, which was fashionable at that time, yep, little tiny fox faces and paws (or maybe they were some other little animals, but I guessed foxes). It was both terrifying and fascinating. I swear those beady little eyes looked right at me and kept me sitting and kneeling up straight and behaving myself. I spent so much time watching the little foxes that I got very little out of what was happening on the altar. If that lady was not there I was both relieved, and also a little disappointed.