When the Episcopal Church fell to the dark side, I went without a church, even though I was the senior warden of the oldest Episcopal church in west Tennessee, (1832). After moving to Slovakia, I did, on occasion, attend the very old, beautiful and ornate Catholic church in old town Bratislava.
Now I am in the Philippines where most everyone is Catholic, including my wife and our 3 year old boy. I am amazed at how he has taken to the religion. He frequently comes home, repeating the chants, prayers, and “ahhhmens” that he hears in the 300 year old church. I sometimes wonder if he is going to grow up to be a priest !
“He frequently comes home, repeating the chants, prayers, and “ahhhmens” that he hears in the 300 year old church.”
Cool!