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You are blessed to have such tender memories of such a touching shared occasion - at Mass, no less! 
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Thank you. I feel blessed that he passed on a Holy day as well. There is an unpleasant memory in that church(my ex husband proposed to me in that church, a proposal I never should have accepted) but I do not let it diminish this precious memory of my father.You are blessed to have such tender memories of such a touching shared occasion - at Mass, no less!
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A great blessing that, and a comforting reminder each year for you too I’d imagine.
As you shouldn’t!
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Visited the “Old Cathedral” here in Indiana today and Blessed Simon Bruté’s grave in the crypt. Properly known as the Basilica of St. Francis Xavier, this was the first diocesan church of what is now Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin, and parts of Michigan and Minnesota.
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St. Knud Lavard Church in Denmark
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I can’t show you because I’m low tech 
, but mine is St. Thomas More Student Parish in Kalamazoo, Michigan whereas, as a Protestant, I went to my very first mass with my old girlfriend. I loved it, but didn’t convert until 11 years later, thus joining my Italian Catholic wife.
Then I left the Church about 23 years ago, converted to Judaism, but then a couple of years ago I had this strong calling to go back, so I drove the nearly three hours to that church, and by the end of the mass I know I had to return. I reconverted back to the Church last summer and now am involved in teaching the RCIA program-- it’s a loooooooooong story, but I no longer doubt the power of the Holy Spirit.
, but mine is St. Thomas More Student Parish in Kalamazoo, Michigan whereas, as a Protestant, I went to my very first mass with my old girlfriend. I loved it, but didn’t convert until 11 years later, thus joining my Italian Catholic wife.Then I left the Church about 23 years ago, converted to Judaism, but then a couple of years ago I had this strong calling to go back, so I drove the nearly three hours to that church, and by the end of the mass I know I had to return. I reconverted back to the Church last summer and now am involved in teaching the RCIA program-- it’s a loooooooooong story, but I no longer doubt the power of the Holy Spirit.
I’m sure the Holy Spirit wants you to share your story with us @Metis1 .I can’t show you because I’m low tech
Then I left the Church about 23 years ago, converted to Judaism, but then a couple of years ago I had this strong calling to go back, so I drove the nearly three hours to that church, and by the end of the mass I know I had to return. I reconverted back to the Church last summer and now am involved in teaching the RCIA program-- it’s a loooooooooong story, but I no longer doubt the power of the Holy Spirit.
I hope I’ve found the right photos for you .
I like the baptismal font .
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Cheryl and Paul
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Oh wow! That stained glass window is like a mosaic!!
St Alban’s Church in Odense in Denmark
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Thank you so much for the pictures!
Like an idiot, I wrote how this all got played out at another website but didn’t save it. Trouble is that it’s a long story that played out for over 2 years, and it is simply the most bizarre set of experiences that I have even gone through in my 74 years.
As a scientist (retired anthropologist), I’m used to looking at things objectively, so what repeatedly happened with this just had me questioning even my own sanity-- and I ain’t exaggerating. But for me to try and shorten what happened would make me look like some sort of lunatic, and I wouldn’t blame people if that’s what they thought-- it’s that crazy.
What I’m finally going to do is to write this out and save it, but I have to do this on another computer, thus I have to leave this forum and then write it out and then post it here later today.
PLEASE if you (or anyone else) will respond to this post as a “reply”, I will get back to you later today or early tomorrow. And thank you sooooooooo much for the pictures above as you’ll see how that parish came into play.
May God bless you and your entire family.
BTW, the mosaic of the dove was in the original building as the sanctuary in the other pictures is all relatively new. At another religious website, I use that picture of the dove as my avatar.
Like an idiot, I wrote how this all got played out at another website but didn’t save it. Trouble is that it’s a long story that played out for over 2 years, and it is simply the most bizarre set of experiences that I have even gone through in my 74 years.
As a scientist (retired anthropologist), I’m used to looking at things objectively, so what repeatedly happened with this just had me questioning even my own sanity-- and I ain’t exaggerating. But for me to try and shorten what happened would make me look like some sort of lunatic, and I wouldn’t blame people if that’s what they thought-- it’s that crazy.
What I’m finally going to do is to write this out and save it, but I have to do this on another computer, thus I have to leave this forum and then write it out and then post it here later today.
PLEASE if you (or anyone else) will respond to this post as a “reply”, I will get back to you later today or early tomorrow. And thank you sooooooooo much for the pictures above as you’ll see how that parish came into play.
May God bless you and your entire family.
BTW, the mosaic of the dove was in the original building as the sanctuary in the other pictures is all relatively new. At another religious website, I use that picture of the dove as my avatar.
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Church of Saint Knud in Fredericia in Denmark
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December 13th marks the celebration of Santa Lucia Day , a tradition that commemorates a 3rd century martyr and a popular festival of light that helps people get through the long winter days.
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That far north, you’re kind of limited on how you can build a church. I’m not a fan of round churches, but I think that one works really well.
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This is my final post on this.
Last mid-April, I woke up on Friday being somewhat depressed, and as the day went on got increasingly more depressed. I never suffer from any form of chronic depression, and if I’m a bit down I always know what caused it. In this case, I couldn’t find any causation whatsoever.
On Saturday, it got worse, and I was in a “funk” all day long. I told my wife about it, and I just explained that I was even thinking that I may have had a mini-stroke or maybe even Alzheimer’s setting in. However, she agreed that this isn’t at all likely as I showed no other symptoms.
Sunday morning was even worse yet, to the point whereas I didn’t even want to go to mass. I forced myself to go, and I’m glad I went because it gave me a bit of temporary relief. But by the evening I was right back into depression again.
Monday morning was even worse yet as I didn’t even want to get out of bed, so I just laid there for at least a good hour. Since i don’t get online on Sundays, I always look forward to getting my messages on Monday-- but not that morning.
Finally, I decided that whatever was causing my depression I had to set aside and just try and work through it. I turned on my computer, got into our local news, got into the obituary section, and then broke down in tears. Cindy, my old girlfriend who literally changed my life as being a very loving, compassionate, and a very devout Catholic, had her mother pass away at 102 years of age. Cindy was very fond of her family, thus talking about them a lot when we were dating. She would have been heartbroken, and that I have no doubt about whatsoever. As much as I would have loved to go to the funeral parlor, I just couldn’t, and I think the reader can figure out why this is the case.
So, what is this? Why me, and why this? If you think I’m nuts, trust me I was questioning my own sanity through this. But what does make sense to me is that I believe I have a “spiritual connection” [in lack of better terminology] with her, and this connection helped to lead me back to the Church. My wife fortunately understood and understands this, and she appreciated me keeping her “in the loop” as I went through this very traumatic process, which was logically also difficult for her at times. But she knows me well after 52 years of marriage, and we both prevailed.
May the Lord be with you, and I would appreciate any comments, even if you do think I’ve fallen off the turnip truck.
Last mid-April, I woke up on Friday being somewhat depressed, and as the day went on got increasingly more depressed. I never suffer from any form of chronic depression, and if I’m a bit down I always know what caused it. In this case, I couldn’t find any causation whatsoever.
On Saturday, it got worse, and I was in a “funk” all day long. I told my wife about it, and I just explained that I was even thinking that I may have had a mini-stroke or maybe even Alzheimer’s setting in. However, she agreed that this isn’t at all likely as I showed no other symptoms.
Sunday morning was even worse yet, to the point whereas I didn’t even want to go to mass. I forced myself to go, and I’m glad I went because it gave me a bit of temporary relief. But by the evening I was right back into depression again.
Monday morning was even worse yet as I didn’t even want to get out of bed, so I just laid there for at least a good hour. Since i don’t get online on Sundays, I always look forward to getting my messages on Monday-- but not that morning.
Finally, I decided that whatever was causing my depression I had to set aside and just try and work through it. I turned on my computer, got into our local news, got into the obituary section, and then broke down in tears. Cindy, my old girlfriend who literally changed my life as being a very loving, compassionate, and a very devout Catholic, had her mother pass away at 102 years of age. Cindy was very fond of her family, thus talking about them a lot when we were dating. She would have been heartbroken, and that I have no doubt about whatsoever. As much as I would have loved to go to the funeral parlor, I just couldn’t, and I think the reader can figure out why this is the case.
So, what is this? Why me, and why this? If you think I’m nuts, trust me I was questioning my own sanity through this. But what does make sense to me is that I believe I have a “spiritual connection” [in lack of better terminology] with her, and this connection helped to lead me back to the Church. My wife fortunately understood and understands this, and she appreciated me keeping her “in the loop” as I went through this very traumatic process, which was logically also difficult for her at times. But she knows me well after 52 years of marriage, and we both prevailed.
May the Lord be with you, and I would appreciate any comments, even if you do think I’ve fallen off the turnip truck.
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