I spent to see the Marce and read about the Good Friday ritual. I loved it ... I remembered about 12 years ago I did not confess. I also remembered the first time I felt bad because the priest felt that my sins were too few and some fomes. Hopefully I was 10! Then went to my confirmation, I tried to search the darkest of my conscience to not repeat the first experience but the Lord was more concerned Priest challenge me because I could not take my cat's eyes that made us thankful that my acquit sins of pre-teens.
The issue of religion is quite complex to address. For my part, I will not dwell on whether a Catholic is good or bad, whether it makes sense or rather it is hypocrisy. In the end, the hypocrites are the men that religions and the meaning is in what we do with them rather than what each religion does to us.
The point is that I was raised Christian, Catholic, Apostolic, Roman and Marian, per family, per school, for my emotional and social environment but what I have of that? I really do not know.
average Chilean As a good Catholic, I went to mass, except communions, weddings and celebrations demases many, but ask and also give thanks to God with fervent devotion when the world turns gray, or when for some reason I feel bursting happiness.
Mmm, I was thinking and now I'm not agree with what I say a while now is what to discuss and digress God I'm praying with fervent devotion, the good thing is that the dialogue feels closer and more sincere.
The point is that trying to leave behind my Catholicism mediocre, and far to take back the 'good Christian way', yesterday I decided to do exactly the opposite. None of rituals that could not sustain my faith. I left the Maipo Canyon with some friends, we settled on the banks of y. .. to light charcoal. We had a couple of empanadas pine (yes, meat included) and wham! seafood to the disc, with good chicken.
I Do not eat! I do not know if it is a product of Catholic rituals and traditions that grew up or if it really is Christian meaning something somewhere but I really tried but I could not eat my delicious piece of chicken, indeed my whole day was like in trance, lethargy. Without proponármelo ... even with the clear intention of just going out to amuse and relax, I could not help rethink important things in my life. I could not help feeling it was a good day to drop back situations and intentions, a good day to offer me a better person because I felt the need to stop doing or what hurts me, to renew. This time I took no decisions on what will, this time I decided to just bury visions, aspirations and attitudes to end up doing more harm than paying off.
So here I am, after a well thought-Friday (despite myself), burying what does not does not come to fruition (that includes some temptations and obstinacies) and waiting to see if the third day I also risen, although I really think that mere mortals like me, three days is too little for a resurrection.
I was raised Christian, Catholic, Apostolic, Roman and Marian ... What must I do that?
Above all, faith.
