4/5/06, my World Lit. II class: This spring break I drove two and a half hours to my old youth minister's new
church. On the way back, I was very tired and had to do something to stay awake. In addition to singing along loudly
(and badly) with random rap music, I kept alert by eating some pita bread. Pita bread that was used hours before to
serve communion. When my youth minister asked me how the drive back home and I told him about the bread, we came to
the conclusion that Jesus was with me the whole night, keeping me awake. I wonder what my priest would say about this
if I was a Catholic. He probably wouldn't be very pleased.
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