Climbing up to the 40-Foot Rope Course

March 20, 2019

Hail Mary...

Am I saying this out loud?

Full of grace...

How'd I get up here in the first place?

The Lord is with thee...

Who talked me into this?

Blessed are thou amongst women...

I think I might piss.

And blessed is the fruit of thy womb...

Jesus Christ.

Holy Mary!

Mother of God, am I far from the ground!

Pray for us sinners...

Especially the ones who put me up to this.

And now and at the hour of our death...

What time is it?

Amen.

Now how'm I gonna get down?

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