March 29, 2013 § 10 Comments
There was a time, I was very very young, when I never missed a Sunday Mass. Every little boy like me went to mass – nothing strange for Italy in early 80’s. After all, the parish church was the only place to go for miles and miles!
My friends weren’t interested in religion: they went to church because of the soccer filed nearby (yes – the only soccer field for miles and miles belonged to the church). But for me, it was different: I had faith.
I had, because today I’ve not; but I’m still so intrigued by the mystery of faith that when I see a church I often walk in, looking for the feeling I experienced one day.
And when I walk in, I don’t forget my camera; taking picture is the only way I can meditate on something.
Why you have it, why you have not?
We proclaim your Death and profess your Resurrection, until you come again.
There’s nothing to explain, isn’t there? Or there’s something that I miss?
March 25, 2013 § 12 Comments