Well, I guess all that sitting around in church, getting confession, kneeling and praying every day doesn’t really leave time for an active lifestyle.

Plus all those wafers. A moment of body of christ on the lips, a month of jesus hanging off your arse.

Reminds me of an old joke in these neighborhoods.

Each Friday night after work, Ole would fire up his outdoor grill on the shore of Rainy Lake and cook a venison steak. But, all of Ole’s neighbors were Catholic… And since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating meat on Friday. The delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks wafted over Rainy all the way to International Falls and was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their priest.

The Priest came to visit Ole, and suggested that he become a Catholic. After several classes and much study, Ole attended Mass.....and as the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, “You were born a Lutheran, and raised a Lutheran, but now you are a Catholic.”

Ole’s neighbors were relieved, until Friday night arrived, and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled the neighborhood. The Priest was called immediately by the neighbors and, as he rushed into Ole’s yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement.

There stood Ole, clutching a small bottle of holy water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat and chanted:  “You vuz born a deer......you vuz raised a deer.....but now you is a walleye.”

Good one!

Fat christians? Sure maybe the fundies. There’s also the line “She’s so pale and thin, she’s Episcopalian”