Erin is equally disappointed at the banner - a veritable tribute to the post Vatican II indistinct homogeneous amorphous-ness that has engulfed so many US parishes in a smothering tsunami of felt and fabric. Here's the banner:
I guess it's supposed to be fire. Or maybe a dual pilot light of a propane barbecue. I suppose it can be whatever you want it to be.
But because of a comment left at Erin's blog, I can no longer look at that banner and think fire, or flame or anything remotely spiritual. You see, the commenter pointed out that the banner looked rather...well, bosomly.
See? Now you're saying..."what fire?"
And now it needs to be...cleaned up, so I went ahead and fixed it.
