A Promise to God

– – – I walked down to the statue of St. Michael holding a baby*. Feeling emotionally exhausted after an hour of pure crying, the setting sunlight that never fails to trigger the familiar depressive emotions had no effect on me. Something inside the chapel extinguished the fires of emotions burning inside my heart. After…

It Is Not Us, But Jesus Christ

* * * My sister and her husband lead a prayer group of 4 married couples. They are anywhere between mid 30’s to early 40’s. They call it “The Cell”, as in the cell of the body of Christ, the Church. These small sects meet up once a week, usually on fridays, and meditate on…