Yeah, I think every faith has its tremendous strengths as well as its foibles. I have been a guest at Mosques, Synogogues and churches of many faiths. Each has a poignance that I will never forget. In any house of God, people it seems can't help but be warm and compassionate.truthseeker said:My godfather is Jewish. His godmother was Catholic. I had never asked him anything about the Jewish faith because I didn't want to look stupid. But stupid is as stupid does so I asked him a few stupid questions. It was the questions that he asked me about Christianity that made me kinda smart though.
Anyhow, I learned that he has gone to a couple of catholic masses. He found beauty and awe in the devoutness of the ceremony. The beauty of the icons made him want to pray. The color and spirit of the reverence of mass left him in the heightened spirit of love.
I've never been to mass. But his description gave me a deep respect for those dedicated to the wholeness of the faith. There are a few catholic cathedrals around here. I think I want to see what my Jewish godfather was talking about.
But I am ever drawn back to the Catholic church. There is an awe and wonder that permeates the very air. Sometimes I feel as if the veil between Heaven and Earth is a thin as gosamere, or mist, when I'm in my family's home church.
When mass is said and the music plays, one can almost see angelic hosts gathered around the alter and pulpit.
Anyway, it is an experience I never grow tired of.
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