While we’re talking about God (but not to God, he answered that one time and man did I freak out), there is apparently a shortage of holy saints, holy retreats and holy matriarchs so the Episcopal church in Cleburne had to get creative. When looking for church names that give you the warm fuzzies, what could be more warm fuzzy than a comforter (except when the cat pukes on it, then it’s just disgusting)?
I give you the Church of the Holy Comforter. I’m guessing the Church of the Holy Dust Ruffle and the Church of the Holy Afghan were taken. Plus they don’t quite have the same ring. Who wouldn’t want to curl up with a holy comforter? Mmmm that just sounds. . . .comforting.