My uncle emigrated from Ireland to Canada in the 195os. He stopped going to church… until my grandmother came to visit.
He scoped out a church near where he lived and on the first Sunday my grandmother was there, he took her to Mass.
Granny stood, knelt and sat with the congregation, but something was gnawing at her.
Suddenly, in the middle of the Eucharistic Prayer, the penny dropped. “There are no Stations of the Cross,” she yelled. “This isn’t a Catholic church!”
My uncle was mortified and tried to shush her. The more he tried to get her to leave quietly, the more she shouted, “Get me out of here! Get me out of here!”