Catholic Cathedral.

Went to a Cathedral. Isn’t that always the way? Get lost, wander around, and find yourself face-to-face with religion. St. Michael and St. Gudula Cathedral, they call it. Breathtaking - as all Cathedrals are. Full of tourists, money-grabbing museums, and little room left for faith. Sat, watching all the tourists take photos while pretending to admire the stained glass windows. Wondering what each of their relationships is like with religion. Some are purely tourists, some are questioning, some are completing a family member’s wish of remembrance, while others are sitting watching them all, full of shame.

The walk of shame isn’t reserved for questionable hook-ups or nights of vodka-induced decisions gone terribly wrong. Growing up Catholic, every step I take is one of shame. The weight of Christ’s sacrifices resting on my shoulders, making each step heavier as I drag my feet,

My prayers have been bubbling closer to the surface recently - I fear one day Ill shamefully speak them into existence.