Somebody ought to tell Katrina that this kind of thing doesn’t happen in the real world. Consecrated pita bread. 20 minute sign of peace. Refusal to give communion on the tongue at a grandmother’s funeral. Nah! Trads just make these things up.

Not only did he consecrate a wheat pita but when I went up to receive on the tongue he forcefully tried to pry open my hands to put the Eucharist in my palm. When I remained in front of him with my mouth open, hands folded closed, to receive on the tongue he grabbed my hand and took the Body of Christ, wedged it between my fingers and said, “Just take it. It’s easier this way.”

That is St. Therese in Chesapeake, Virginia for those lituginazis who might be inclined to email the diocese.