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It is Good Friday

It's  been difficult to be a  practicing Catholic. I am sad to admit. But during Lent, I always manage to look back at seasons' past.. trying to recall where life has taken me? Reflect .. reflect.. Am I taking steps to improve my life towards salvation?

Today,  I  worked the Station of the cross through the online Visita Iglesia. I recall during the  old  days, my Mother used to take me along the nearby Church.  Starting Maundy Thursday, Mama would almost always grouchingly,  command me to go with her. She was telling me this in a manner wherein it made me feel that if I didn't go,  I should feel guilty..

About something else: reflection - I guess they still do it  today. Surmise as I should, for so many years I just wasn't there. God must have stopped counting the many Lenten years  I was not there.

How powerful is the internet's allure  that I could manage to stay online unmindful of  the  hours.. and yet fail to have the motivation to go to church on a Good Friday?

Maybe, there' is something wrong with my Christian values? Or perhaps,  the Church may have failed in its objectives? After all,  statistics  show that church goers have been declining.

So to make this post productive ( put a little meaning) I have grabbed old but beautiful church pics  from all over the country for my own delight and the readers study too.  I hope that by viewing these Spanish made structures, we can be drawn nearer to God..

Bolinao, Pangasinan

Paoay, Ilocos Norte

Barasoain Church, Bulacan

Sto Nino Church in Cebu

Baclayon, Bohol

Paete, Laguna

Pakil, Laguna
And thanks to these websites for the pics:
Paoay Church

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