It's championship Sunday in Titletown. And churches know many people attending services to pray and hear the word of God also would be obsessing about the Green Bay Packers. So the Rev. Jim Baraniak knew exactly how he would open his morning Mass at Old St. Joseph's Catholic Church in nearby De Pere. "I will begin by saying, 'We begin our pregame festivities in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,"' the priest said. "That usually gets a little bit of reaction." And the Roman Catholic church year makes playing to the Packers loyalty easy for the priest, too. He is required by church custom to wear green and gold vestments for Sunday's Mbutt. "Perfect Packers colors," he said. Baraniak, who for 11 years has also served as the Packers' team chaplain, and other religious leaders in Green Bay say it's easy to mention the Packers in their services, especially this Sunday with the team hosting the New York Giants in the NFC title game. The winner moves on to the Super Bowl. "It is what is on everybody's mind," Baraniak said. "There will be a certain excitement in the air." But all the pastors said last week that they stop short of praying for a victory - at least from the pulpit. http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl/story/7696092
I haven't been to catholic church in years, but I've never seen the priest wearing green and gold. new feast day or something?
ha ha, that reminds me of a joke, and I know it belongs in the joke thread, but it is ON topic, so here it is! We Green Bay Packers fans amuse ourselves By scaring every Chicago fan we see strutting down the street with that obnoxious orange & black "C" on their coats. We would swerve our cars as if to hit them, and then swerve back just missing them. One day, while driving along, I saw a priest walking. I thought I would do a good deed, so I pulled over and asked the priest, "Where are you going Father?" "I'm going to give mass at St Francis Church, about 2 miles down the road," replied the priest. "Climb in, Father! I'll give you a lift!" The priest climbed into the rear passenger seat, and we continued down the road. Suddenly, I saw a Bears fan with his "C" coat, walking down the road. I instinctively swerved as if to hit him. But, as usual, I swerved back into the road just in time. Even though I was certain that I had missed the guy, I still heard a loud "THUD." Not understanding where the noise came from, I glanced in my mirrors but didn't see anything. I then remembered the priest, and turned to the priest and said, "Sorry Father, I almost hit that Chicago fan." "That's OK," replied the priest, "I got him with the door."