You have to read this. There exist few people who can blog with this sincerity and quest behind what they share. This is the second time I visit this blog. It won’t be the last.
It’s Sunday. I’m just back from church and I’m inspired to write this.
For the last eight years, I’ve been a regular church goer. I attend mass on Sundays come hell or high-water. Before that…not so much. Well, I wasn’t an atheist but let’s say that I didn’t really fully “believe”. I would visit at Christmas, Good Friday and Easter. But the rest of the days, I guess I was just an ‘as you like it’ Catholic. Mass was just something to get through. Something I was forced into doing by my parents and other elders in the family.
I didn’t really get it. I had no complaints about my life. Life was ticking along smoothly. There were ups and downs. But I attributed this to the natural course of life. And I had the rest of my life to make mistakes, correct those mistakes and make some more.
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