Warning! Blasphemy ahead!

This weekend it was our niece and nephew's First Communion. Saturday morning we got up way earlier than we would have liked and made our way to mass.

I was born into a Catholic family. However, at some point before I was old enough to remember, my dad decided we were going to be less Catholic. So other than special occasions, perhaps a midnight mass, and weekends when I spent the night at Grandma's house I never really went to mass.

It had been several years since I had been to mass so when the congregation began singing "Taste and See" I was sort of taken back.

I don't remember "Taste and See" from mass before... maybe "Taste and See" is only for First Communion celebrations? All I know is that it was quite a chore to keep from giggling as I pictured a church choir singing the new jingle for Tasty Jesus Snacks.

Funnier still was when one of the little boys who probably needed a few more classes didn't put the wafer in his mouth. The priest had a sort of panicked look in his eye as one of the attendants ran off after the little guy. If there's one rule I definitely remember from Catholicism, it's that you can't leave the church with Jesus.

All kidding aside, it was really a beautiful service and I did get a little teary eyed when my little niece and nephew received their first Eucharist.