We usually forget what is obvious.
This photo won a Pulitzer Prize, depicting a priest holding a soldier who dies in Venezuela (details here).
We tend to go to church to remember that we are Christians. To light a candle, to pray, to feel mentally uplifted. And yet, Christianity is not the buildings. Not even the church canon or its typical rules. These are of course very important elements carrying significant symbolisms and functions (on multiple levels), no one denies that. But if one looks at life and at the world with a clearer eye, he will see that its most Christian moments took place outside the buildings and outside the formal framework of some liturgy – many times not even by Christians.
In moments of despair, death, pain and agony.
Christianity is not us either. Why should it be? Wy have we won the title of “Christian”? Because we do superficial things that even a child could do? Basically, I don’t care much what Christianity is. In moments of despair, death, pain and anguish, who would care anyway? And yet, it is in such moments that we remember again something that was once obvious to us.
The world is full of pain and horror.
The world is dark.
And yet somewhere inside us we remember vaguely…
(But with absolute certainty)
That there is light somewhere…