I am beginning to think that Maureen Martin might be a long lost sister of ours. Perhaps we will have to talk with Mom. Either we are related or her similarly twisted mind reflects the cumulative results of centuries of common ancestral binge drinking. Either way, she slays us.

Mo, as us family members call her, has up a new post over at the witty new blog Stuff Catholics Like. She splits some sides telling us all about the wonders of …well ….us. Laypeople. What a wondrous thing we laypeople are, just ask us. This paragraph is indicative of what you will find:

Some laypeople have a fondness for guitars, banjos, bongos, tambourines, drums, etc. This gives them the chance to display their musical skills. Other laypeople have pretty voices and enjoy singing. They probably hope this will make up for all the other laypeople who aren’t singing. Laypeople like to choose songs that use the pronoun “I.” It gives them the chance to play God’s part during a song. They get to be the Bread of Life, they get to raise everyone up on the last day, etc. Laypeople want you to be able to play God, too. Despite this tremendous opportunity, most laypeople in the pews still choose not to sing very loud, if at all. Perhaps the pewsitters are embarrassed at their comparable lack of talent.

Read the whole thing here, it’s worth it.

Dialing 555-Mom1…
“Hi Mom! You have some ‘splainin to do!”