... unfortunately. I've had a bad week. Luckily I'm off to Malta (the tiny country-island with as many churches as there are days in a (non-leap) year) the coming saturday.
I wish I lived in a catholic country.
If I ever get the money, I'll buy myself a house in the mountains of northern Italy, where it is never freezing, where noone is protestant, and where drinking a glass of wine to the food is part of the culture.
All I need is decent weather, a non-ugly catholic church, a thinking faithful-to-the-magisterium priest with a sense of humour, and a wife and/or close friends around me who want to become holy and help others achieve the same thing.
Am I asking too much?
I don't think so.
But will I ever get these things?
No.
How do I know?
I just know. Experience. God likes me, but unfortunately he seems to believe I'm a masochist. On the other hand - maybe I am - God is always right...
I'm just in a bad mood and/since I haven't received the sacrament of peneance in a too long time.
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I'm so sorry. I know how you feel. I'll pray for you, Symeon.
Why are you going to Malta?
No specific reason. My father invited me and my elder sister to come with him on a one-week trip to a (then not decided) European country. And I said ok. There's also the biblical connection, the many churches, and the (if I'm not mistaken) at least reasonable catholicity of the (small) population.
Cool. My father would never do that. Hope you have fun.
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