Places of significance on our Faith Journeys (Please share)

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For me this is where it all started when on July 7th 1946 I was baptised by Father E. Swift S.J.

It is the Sacred Heart church , and I was in the parish for the greater part of my life until the church and parish were closed in 2003 .

The church was closed and demolished because of structural problems , and the parish became part of four other parishes in town .

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Parish Church I was Confirmed in 2005. Definitely a significant moment in my life.

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Around the same time I once prayed with Ernest Angsley, who was locally famous in the area where I grew up. He would have you put your hand on the TV screen and pray. I knew he wasn’t Catholic but I just wanted to see what would happen so I put my hand on the screen and prayed along. Nothing much happened. I’m sure the Lord accepted the prayer anyway.
 
Saint Jozef kerk in Tilburg, Netherlands.

One of the Catholic churches that kept intruding on my non-practicing life. There is a large doom metal festival that takes place annually at a club located right in back of the church. Between bands, dozens of metal heads sit outside the church and you hear the church bell ring every hour on the hour. I went to this festival several times, once it was during Easter week. I remember going to Palm Sunday Mass in this church because it was right there and I felt like I ought to go even though I hadn’t been inside a church in a long time. Otherwise I would have felt guilty about skipping Sunday Mass to go drink at a metal festival. I would like to go back sometime and see the church (and the rest of the town) again.

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I grew up watching Ernest Angley. Well, my mom watched it so if I wanted to watch tv I had to watch it too. lol I totally remember his request of placing your hand on the tv screen as a point of contact.
 
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The Catholic Center at the University of Georgia. Where I came home.
 
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The Commercial Hotel , now a pub in the town centre , but once a hotel where business men would stay .

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My mother used to be a weaver in one of the town’s cotton mills , but in the 1930s Depression many of the weavers , including my mum , were laid off .

She got a job as a maid at the Commercial Hotel . She was allowed home after tea but had to be back by 10 p.m. to sleep there , ready for an early rise in the morning .

Now my mum had Catholic parents , so she went to a Catholic school and was initiated into the sacraments , but my grandparents didn’t bother going to church , so neither did my mum .

Back to the hotel .

My mum shared her room there with another maid who was a young lady from Scotland .

Sunday was the only day they got a lie in , but this Scottish lass didn’t stay in bed . She got up to walk the 10 minute walk to the Sacred Heart church , the church where I would in time be baptised , for the 7 a.m. Sunday morning Mass .

This got my mum thinking . Eventually my mum decided to go along with her on Sunday mornings to Mass .

That is how my mum became a committed Catholic.

What I would be now without my mum’s committment to Catholicism I don’t know .

This was about 10 years before she married my dad who had always put the Lord first and was committed to Jesus and the Church from his baptism to his death .

I don’t know the name of that young Scottish lady . I have no photos of her . I know nothing of her other than her witness which led my mum to embrace the faith .

But she is a special lady , and i trust that her and my mum are re-united in God’s embrace .

I thank God for her .

( I can hardly read this for the tears running down my cheeks).
 
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Immaculate Heart of Mary, São Paulo, Brazil. Where my long years of atheism came to a sudden end.
 
St Anne’s church where I was confirmed and encountered Jesus for the first time in the Sacraments of Reconciliation and the Eucharist .

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And a beautiful place it is @Limoncello4021 .

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Indeed. It is a place of miracles in a beautiful setting. I am frequently in Salzburg and walk there on a mini pilgrimage. Very often, depending on the time of the year, I am virtually alone there. Heavenly.
 
This pub was where some Catholics used to meet to put the world and the Church to rights .

One evening in about 1974 a Benedictine monk and a married couple came and gave a talk on the Catholic Charismatic Renewal . I was invited by a friend to go along , which I did . The “Charismatics” got a very negative reception . I remember one asking them , " Do you do Kung Fu as well ?"

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Several months later I was in this church before the Sacred Heart altar to be prayed over by that same Benedictine monk , the married couple , about ten of their friends , and an elderly Benedictine monk who just happened to be praying in the church .

It was my entry into the Catholic Charismatic Renewal .

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Being drawn to Consecration to Jesus through Mary must be due in part to having been fortunate enough to visit Lourdes eight times .

It isn’t the Grotto or the basilicas in Lourdes which most inspire me .

It is the Cachot , the abandoned prison cell where Bernadette lived with her family .

"Looking at his disciples, Jesus said: "Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God. " (Luke 6:20)

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Unfortunately I didn’t get to see the Cachot when I was in Lourdes, but I want to go back and see it.

On my second trip to Fatima I went to the Marto and Dos Santos houses. They had a similar effect on me. I often imagine myself living there with the very few items they had/ could fit in a room. I am a long way from actually living like that though.

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