Where Do I Get My Martyr Wristband?

I've got my song picked out.  (And unlike the people who recorded it, I know how to sing it correctly. God forbid I go out of here with the wrong verb!) I've signed up for the resistance movement.  I know what I want to wear.  (All black, in solidarity with my priest friends who'll be in line with me ... with my black Cole Hahn flats, the ones with the scuffed toes from kneeling in defiance of Cardinal Mahony's Gather Faithlessly Together -- the ones I was wearing when I was scolded from the pulpit at Blessed Sacrament, the Jesuit parish on Sunset Blvd.) 

All I want now is an early number so I can get the hell out of here.  As soon as someone knows where they'll be passing out the wristbands, please let me know.  I don't mind camping out for it. I'll be with the other people who still have a brain and haven't said [bleep] you to God.

Comments

[The Abbot]

I don't know about wristbands, but there's always the Scapular . . .

[mary martha]

How did I miss the story of you being scolded from the pulpit?

I kind of think you should have one of the later numbered wristbands. Sorry, but we need people with good writing skills to record the martyrdom stories of those who go before you.

We have the martyrdom account of 'Felicity and Perpetua'... it will be up to you to write the account of 'Jason and Heather'.

[Karen]

I blogged it. I'll see if I can find it for you.

I don't want to be at the end of the line. I have seen my good Jesuit friends suffer enough.

[Erich 'Science Dude' Schwarz]

First, think of this.

Second, (re-?) read this. Compare life then with life now.

And third, brace up. Past times for the human race have been far worse than now. But human beings went on living. They endured and prevailed.

There are conditions under which wanting martyrdom might make sense. But this is no such time! For shame!