I Totally Have a Lot to Say . . . No, Seriously
So much has happened in the past few weeks. Not to be lame, but I don't really know how to express it all in words. Sorry if the post is a little short, but it's going to take a lot of time sorting through this semester's experience, and I will be drawing tentative "conclusions" for a long time.
Nothing disastrous has happened. It's just that I'm still changing. That's normal. Perhaps so normal it's hard to explain.
In the past few weeks I've visited both Sicily and Rome. Sicily was significant in many personal ways and remains to be discussed. My favorite part of Rome was the Vatican, by far. Bad Protestant.
Down the road from St. Peter's Basilica is Castel Sant'Angello, formerly the mausoleum of some Roman emperor. During 590, while Rome was struck by an epidemic of plague, Pope Gregory the Great saw a vision at the castle in which St. Michael the Archangel signified the end of the plague by sheathing his sword. Again, bad Protestant.
This is the statue of St. Michael found inside:
I know it's sideways. Turn your head. Or your monitor, although I suppose that might require more exertion.
I like this statue because St. Michael has iron wings. And it communicates God's victory and strength. And I find it strange, or perhaps more delightfully surprising, that God found me in an ancient city full of people, in a tiny castle, just to tell me that He's protecting me.
Many more lessons to be learned. Stay tuned.
Nothing disastrous has happened. It's just that I'm still changing. That's normal. Perhaps so normal it's hard to explain.
In the past few weeks I've visited both Sicily and Rome. Sicily was significant in many personal ways and remains to be discussed. My favorite part of Rome was the Vatican, by far. Bad Protestant.
Down the road from St. Peter's Basilica is Castel Sant'Angello, formerly the mausoleum of some Roman emperor. During 590, while Rome was struck by an epidemic of plague, Pope Gregory the Great saw a vision at the castle in which St. Michael the Archangel signified the end of the plague by sheathing his sword. Again, bad Protestant.
This is the statue of St. Michael found inside:
I know it's sideways. Turn your head. Or your monitor, although I suppose that might require more exertion.
I like this statue because St. Michael has iron wings. And it communicates God's victory and strength. And I find it strange, or perhaps more delightfully surprising, that God found me in an ancient city full of people, in a tiny castle, just to tell me that He's protecting me.
Many more lessons to be learned. Stay tuned.
posted by L at
5:32 AM
4 Comments:
Wow, how did they hang it from the side like that...
Good to hear from you Luke. :-)
I was reading the Magnificat the other, and I realized I like Mary too much to be a good Protestant, but not quite enough to be Catholic.
Also, have you learned to make any scrumptious Italian food?
ummm . . . Nonna is going to write her recipes for me. Does that count?
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