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…

St. Michael the Archangel

He’s got a big open chest, and giant wings. He’s got a lance ready to pierce in his hand while his foot is trampling over Satan’s head. He’s got power to kill the evil and to protect justice. He is not afraid. Instead, he is on the front line as a warrior, going wherever those…