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 fai...