“Oh, wow, if I’d done that at church, my granny would have turned me into a little red grease spot on the church steps.” At the very least, she would have applied her version of the Vulcan Nerve Pinch on my shoulder, never looking at me, but making it painfully clear I’d better straighten up and fly right. It’s amazing how those old memories can bring an almost instantaneous rush to judgment.
… bad photography (and unconscious photographers) can, like bad liturgy (and unconscious celebrants), get in the way. This is what happened in the video when it went viral: the conversation became about “The Angry Priest vs. The Boorish Photographers” when we should have been celebrating the couple’s marriage.
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