It's a beautiful Sunday morning in the Twin Cities; this morning Mark and I went to the Basilica for early Mass. We have been looking for our Church home since we came back to the cities. This morning as we left we felt we had found it. But why is it important to us to have a Church home?
As we were sitting in Mass a young girl we don't even know was taking her last breath. She was an acquaintance of one of our granddaughters. We followed her story for the last year and half. She fought a valiant fight with cancer. Her story is was documented mostly by her mother on caring bridge. This last week was a tough one. So what does this have to do with our search for a Church or why we believe?
We believe because what would the purpose be if we did not? What good would come from such a terrible loss? A family is devastated but there is hope. Hope of a life not on this earth. A Church home gives us somewhere to ground ourselves. A place to get on our knees or sit humbly to remember that the stress doesn't have to be; the stress of this life is temporary. We believe because there is more; it gives us purpose.
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