i remember as a child seeing black clad old world women who were born before the turn of the twentieth century rattling their beads and mumbling in European languages at the stone church on the hill and was struck at how serious they were and how they knew this was the correct ritual (i was 'that' kid that would go up to someone with one arm and say "why do you have one arm?" much to the horror of my mother….then the guy would give me a war story, not really minding talking about it) : short story went long there, sorry ….conclusion : God will NOT be mocked.