Nicaragua... the beginning...

So when we get to Nicaragua, we go to the Cathedral in Managua and have Mass in the Eucahristic chapel. Three things hang on my mind during this time...

First= We waltz into a Cathedral in a foriegn diocese and have our own Mass in our own language while others are there to simply pray. Who were we to have this ability, this privelage. How many people would love to have their own Mass in a Cathedral? And what a beautiful Cathedral it was. Sure, you had to search for the beauty, but I found it when I walked in.

Second= The Cathedral was modern and had no paintings. It was stone and had few statues in it. But the statues that were in it were breathe taking! So many seminarians began bashing it, however, because it was not a modern church. Yes, there are reasons for certain forms of architecture. But for me at least the beauty is more in the fact that Christ is present in the Eucharist and many use this place as a way to God. It is the prayers that make it so beautiful.

Third= I have a friend in Managua now. What I would have given to spend even a minute with her. I worked with her this summer and she became an inspiration for me because she is giving up two years as a volunteer in Managua. God be with her.

Point of humor= I was walking through the streets, and of all songs to come on, Feliz Navidad does... I laughed...