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There was a time, I was very very young, when I never missed a Sunday Mass. Every little boy like me went to mass – nothing strange for Italy in … Read More
There was a time, I was very very young, when I never missed a Sunday Mass. Every little boy like me went to mass – nothing strange for Italy in early 80′s. After all, the parish church was the only place to go for miles and miles! My friends weren’t interested in religion: they went to church because of the soccer filed nearby (yes – the only soccer field for miles and miles belonged to the church). But for me, it was different: I had faith. I had, because today I’ve not; but I’m still so intrigued by the mystery of faith that when I see a church I often walk in, looking for the feeling I experienced one day. Read Less
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The mystery of faith – illustrated trip inside religious feeling