As with most Catholics, I have a few crucifixes hanging around the house. This is something that is just the norm in our house. I rarely notice them since I have lost some faith. Yet, it would just seem wrong to take them down.
However today, with the Pontiff’s visit to the U.S., I took note of the crucifix hanging in Brian’s room while I was making his bed. I, being a Catholic, and not a very good one, am ashamed and angry by the acts that some have done to the faithful and the innocent. I keep remembering these words-“The severed hand does not heal the body.” Yet, I keep pulling back. It is not only my Catholicism that I lost some faith in; it is with all organized religions. I still pray for other’s and my family’s safety and health. But I don’t pray for myself. I don’t feel that I am worthy of His love. During the day, when I am all alone, I am constantly asking Him to forgive me for my thoughts that I have about others and my sour attitude towards mankind. Still, I don’t offer-up praise or adoration.
I tend to walk by sight rather than faith. I would like to think that my faith is not based on the actions of people but on the Word of Jesus Christ. That is what I would like to think.