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.
Thanks for sharing that, Billie. I am praying for you right now.
ReplyDeleteBob, I always feel a blessing when I know someone else is praying for me. Thank you.
DeleteOh my, this so touches your heart, doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteBarbara, This scene really does touch my heart. I kept thinking about it after I went to bed last night and today I might have to write another blog post about it.
DeleteI really believe that life is so hard for so many people here that only deeply felt faith is what keeps them going. I'm always captivated by the sight of people sitting in nearly empty churches, deep in their prayers or thoughts.
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