I smiled when I saw this on postsecrets. This was me!
I'm not a Christian or a Catholic, but I was from a Catholic primary school and pretty much grew up in a Catholic environment. I was actually sufficiently interested in the Catholic faith, so much so that I might have actually entered the faith if it wasn't for the fact that religion is such a sensitive issue with my Dad. So hey, I ended up becoming a free-thinker. But one with a heavy religious conscience of course.
I remember being quite excited about all the prayer and Mass sessions.
One thing I always wondered though, was why we had to worshiped a 'holy ghost'. It didn't make sense to my simple brain then. A ghost had to be a ghost: something scary, evil and demonic even. I never really bothered to had those doubts clarified though, and somewhere along the line you just grew to understand such things.
Still, I find this highly heart-warming.Labels: art, flashback, religion |
