Church of Road Chapels

The church is simply a place where I have been “drifting” for years. Most episcopal letters and sermons of priests are released in spite of my ears. I think they're moving distant from him alternatively of approaching the sacrum. At least me. If I had a different nature, I most likely wouldn't be in the Church anymore.

The only place where I don't “drift” are the roadside chapels. But that's most likely due to the fact that they're far from the rectory and the bishops' seats. In the mediate of fields and forests, at the crossroads of roads, they give a refreshing breath. Open all the time, soaking with intentions, with tears, they breathe what is close to me and authentic.

I have no illusions that the organization Church is simply a sinful institution. They sin so much that I wonder at the Most advanced that he has not yet cast thunder upon him or a surviving fire. possibly this is due to the fact that the Most advanced has already written him off. I wouldn't be surprised.

There was a pope in this church until recently, present a saint. And carried out by all to heaven. Praised and adored. Everyone wanted a image with him. Even a communist. Many were tense about Arturo Mari being able to take a good shot of him, preferably in kneeling while kissing the ring.

I don't have pictures of the Pope. most likely due to the fact that I was sitting far behind on pilgrimages. I've never been to the Vatican either due to the fact that I wasn't drawn there. I don't know if it's good or bad.

But as I look at it today, the company of the papal collectors of sweetfots, hiding them cautiously in drawers, due to the fact that they are beginning to be démodé, or hanging themselves from them and making them political totems to defend against the failure of power, I conclude that Jacek Kaczmarski was right, drawing in the song “Zegar” a eloquent image of our society:

Screaming Power breaks the voice

The Screaming Faithfulness Conquered

Who cries the fact usually lies

Shouting Size So Small

Publicity announces voice from hiding

They're demanding the rules of the scammer game...

Maciej Eckardt

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[EDIT:] In consequence to the blood of an outraged friend sent to me on the priv.

Yes, I'm a believer, but with quite a few doubt. My children start all day from prayer to the Guardian Angel. They do it alone. They even have their tennis ‘pray’ that they refuse before each tournament. I wrote it especially for them. It's simple and unspeakable. I think it fits in the canon. But possibly I'm wrong. I don't remember any more sins.