Saturday Evening Posts
March 28 to April 3 Edition
Losing My Religion
October 11, 2014
Saturday
The question just came into my mind. I began to sense a
glimpse of the unfathomable mysteries of the universe when I found myself on a
spiritual journey more than a year ago.
The more I learned, the more I
realized that some of the most life-changing revelations I had the honor of
being witness to were only the proverbial tip of the iceberg. There is much,
much more hidden beyond the infinity.
I find it important that I try to
make the distinction between "spiritual" and "religious,"
if only to clarify my own thoughts.
As a child under a loving
grandmother who raised me when my parents died, I grew up as a devout Catholic,
to the point of almost becoming an altar boy. I learned how to recite the
novenas to the saints and the prayers for the dead.
One of our rituals was to perform
the sacrament of the rosary every evening at six during the Angelus, kneeling
in the hall in front of the large portrait of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, whose
eyes seemed to follow me wherever I go, watching my every move.
To Be Continued
Losing My Religion
R.E.M.
