My Path to God, Childhood. #5

There is an ambiente which Churches create.

That feeling of awe, sacredness entering a Catholic Church.

genuflecting to the tabernacle, to Jesus in the tabernacle.

The way, the moment we enter, we enter into silence.

No one speaks, everyone kneeling silently in prayer.

I remember one Christmas Eve.

We went to Mass.

At one corner of the Church was the Christmas crib, lit up with lights.

I looked at it, filled with awe.

That feeling of awe looking at my first Christmas crib never left me.

Years later, I could still recapture that scene readily in my mind.

Old souls day, 2nd November was a special day for us.

We did what my mother told us could help send souls burning in purgatory to heaven.

Kneeling, we would recite 6 Our Fathers, 6 Hail Marys, 6 Glory Be.

That done, we would come out of the Church, look up to heaven and envision us sending a soul from purgatory to heaven.

I remember engaging in that when a nun came by. 

She patted me on the head, and told me I am a good girl.

It was Sr. John, a short Mill Hill nun who taught both my mother and us.

Today, every time I enter a Church, I would experience that same feeling of awe.