After starting the day out with a long bus ride out into the country – we celebrated Mass at an ancient wooden church. It is really humbling to mediate on the faith that makes these little village churches possible. These villagers do not have a theological education, yet I bet that I would be awed at the faith they possess. They would have to after enduring decades of Communist occupation, and before that generations of foreign domination. It is a demonstration of God’s great ability to provide for the needs of all his children – He gives us what we need to know Him and to love Him.
Last year I fell in love with the mountains of Italy. I do not have any mountains near my home in the United States, so I always look to see the mountains where ever I go. Each mountain range has a unique personality, the southern Alps of Pedimont are different than Umbria, and the Tatras provide another variation.This simple river trip provided time to relax with my Tertio Millenio friends, and also to enjoy some genuine leisure and re-creation. Perhaps this is a clue to enjoy a more balanced life now that I am back in Italy.
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