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I knew Masses were being cancelled in other states, but they were still being celebrated in my country. Well, our state’s governor banned gatherings of 10 or more people a couple of days ago, and on the same day the Archdiocese cancelled Masses in 117 churches.
It is upsetting. With the exception of this past Sunday, I could not attend church for the month of January and February (mostly due to the flu). Even then, I knew I could return any time I wanted. Well, now I don’t know when I’ll be setting foot in one again. I always feel so accepted and loved in Our Lord’s presence, and I miss it so much. Yes, He’s everywhere, but churches are surrounded by an aura of holiness. The Eucharist is there. Jesus is there. Churches are mirrors of Heaven on Earth.
Strangely, I had a dream about this last week. I saw myself standing in the foyer of an empty church. It had been stripped of all statues and icons. Swirls of dust floated in the air. I did not see the crucified behind the altar or candles burning. Yet only the altar remained with nothing on it save for the corporal. The silence was so deafening, but the worst part was the profound sense of loneliness. It reminded me of Nietzsche’s passage on the death of God:
"It has been related further that on the same day the madman forced his way into several churches and there struck up his requiem aeternam deo. Led out and called to account, he is said always to have replied nothing but: “What after all are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchers of God?”
It is upsetting. With the exception of this past Sunday, I could not attend church for the month of January and February (mostly due to the flu). Even then, I knew I could return any time I wanted. Well, now I don’t know when I’ll be setting foot in one again. I always feel so accepted and loved in Our Lord’s presence, and I miss it so much. Yes, He’s everywhere, but churches are surrounded by an aura of holiness. The Eucharist is there. Jesus is there. Churches are mirrors of Heaven on Earth.
Strangely, I had a dream about this last week. I saw myself standing in the foyer of an empty church. It had been stripped of all statues and icons. Swirls of dust floated in the air. I did not see the crucified behind the altar or candles burning. Yet only the altar remained with nothing on it save for the corporal. The silence was so deafening, but the worst part was the profound sense of loneliness. It reminded me of Nietzsche’s passage on the death of God:
"It has been related further that on the same day the madman forced his way into several churches and there struck up his requiem aeternam deo. Led out and called to account, he is said always to have replied nothing but: “What after all are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchers of God?”
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