A misused word….
An incident from childhood that remains with me, is from my youngest brother.
Angus was the youngest of five children. My mother was often too busy to put him to bed, so I’d help. Angus was such a mischievous and adorable child. We’d say prayers before going to sleep and Angus’ version really cracked us up.
Instead of ending with , ‘For Christ’s sake, Amen.’
He’d say, ‘For Christ’s sake, come in!’
We didn’t enlighten him that these were the wrong words…. I’ve included this incident in Enduring Threads: part 13