Every Wednesday (usually much earlier than this), I post a Wordless Wednesday over on Sorryless. I have been doing a Church series of sorts and was lucky enough to decide to photograph the Ste-Anne Basilica in Varennes at noon on a Saturday.
Sainte Anne Basilica of Varennes
I was leaving after my photo session and realised it was noon when the church bells started. I quickly (okay, I missed four beats) decided to record them.
And then, a whole ‘nother bit of bell-work started so I tried to get most of that too!
It’s Thursday. And I’m inspired to join in Crispina’s weekly challenge. Because, why not?
Where’s Your Faith?
Do you attend church?
No. I only go to weddings, funerals and the occasional baptism. Oh, and I love to visit churches when I go sightseeing. Does that count?
Not really. So, why don’t you go?
I don’t feel the need. Mom insisted we do our First Communion and Confirmation, that’s it. Felt that was enough to take care of her Catholic duties. Was never much for church going herself.
Why is that?
I think she’d had her fill with the nuns back in the day. They were not, what one would say, pleasant as teachers. She lived in small villages with one school, comprising of one class, taking care of grades 1 to 8. They were a nasty and judgmental lot.
I, myself only had my boys baptised. I guess I’m even more of a hypocrite.
Think you’ll ever start?
Nah. Don’t need a building to have faith.
OMFG! I cannot believe I accidentally flushed my original story that was soooo hard to write. Sigh. That’ll learn me to pay attention when, on my phone, it says update post. Where my text went, I know not. How the text both above AND below the picture vanished, is beyond me.
And YAY! How Rochelle had it in her phone is beyond me. I’m calling it some kind of divine intervention. You Rock Rochelle!! Thank you, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!
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Death was next.
An entrepreneurial spirit, he’d turned his habit into a successful business by 22.
Snorting coke to stay alert, drinking booze to pass out, he lived this illusively, exciting life. Till he lost himself.
At 23, weighing 125 lbs, he found himself homeless. Desperate, he knocked on the church door, seeking assistance.
The priest looked down, repulsed; “You are beyond help,” and slammed the door in his face.
Years later, he was now a sober, successful man. His wife beside him as he drove past, he pointed and spit out bitterly, “That’s the church that turned me away.”