Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Some people have asked me about the magnificent churches I saw in Europe. Ahh, Notre Dame Cathedral, St Vitus Cathedral.....beautiful. Reading the guide books as I walk around and look at the stained glass, the saints, the altars. I'm amazed at the architecture.
Then I come home to San Miguel and walk into the church to the side of the Parroquia and I see this fire extinguisher next to a locked, battered offering box topped with hand-picked wild flowers stuck in a cut-off "Electrolit" plastic bottle. The light turquoise wall bears the scars of many years. I breathe in and hold it, afraid that something might move before I can take a picture.
This speaks to me of timelessness and personal devotion. Here is where I am moved to pray.