I used to be Catholic. Every Sunday, they performed the transubstantiation on the hosts and the wine. Every Sunday, I subjected both to analysis by one of the most sensitive chemical sensing device in the world.
Every week, it came back as Styrofoam and wine. Never once was it meat or blood.
I used to be Catholic. Every Sunday, they performed the transubstantiation on the hosts and the wine. Every Sunday, I subjected both to analysis by one of the most sensitive chemical sensing device in the world.
Every week, it came back as Styrofoam and wine. Never once was it meat or blood.