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@potamoulas_a
#mountathos #monastery #christianorthodox #church #greece #happy #hollyweek #travelingare
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Holy Week and Catholic holidays always take me back to my childhood. I see myself walking a fine line between Gnosticism and Agnosticism—leaning more toward the latter—and that’s been the case since I was a kid. So, here are some:
Tales of a Somewhat Agnostic Child
I attended a small, modest private Catholic school from kindergarten through ninth grade. Every day during recess, we had a mandatory prayer circle. It went like this: first, a reading from a children’s liturgy book—one I’d memorized over the years because we used the same copy until the cover peeled off and it practically turned to dust. Then, we’d say the prayer of the day from the book, followed by the Our Father and the Hail Mary. I still remember the "rivalry" between the Catholic and Baptist kids in the eighth grade over how to pray.
This particular story happened when I was in second grade. It was a day in March, and the liturgy was about Solomon and the day he asked God for wisdom. At the end of the reading, the book posed a question:
"What would you ask God for?"
The teacher went around the room, student by student. Everyone was giving the "correct" Sunday-school answers: love, faith, wisdom, world peace, an end to poverty and hunger. When it got to me, I simply said I wanted to be immortal.
Back then, I didn't give a damn about the "important" stuff. But looking back, it actually makes sense; I’ve dealt with several health issues and have come close to death more than once.
Nails & spikes did not hold him to the cross…
his immense LOVE DID !!!
Have a blessed Good Friday everyone!
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