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I grew up in a Catholic school, and when I became a teenager, I let that fund of tradition go sclerotic inside me; I mean I turned into one of many monotonous, lifeless Catholics that-withouth apostatizing from the faith- are nothing but a bland salt free-diet. A few years ago, like... 4 or 5, I started to lean towards my elders' faith again -with a curious interest: at first, I was intrigued by the fact that the Church was the most popular target by the so-called intellectuals' invectives; then like many of my ancestors, I internalized my faith with my tradition history. Delving into all this was a joy for me and still is. And decided to stay here, knowing perfectly well that the only unforgivable heresy in our times is orthodoxy. My fear was that the religious faith strangled or stifled my freedom; but soon I discovered that once you have entered the Church, you feel it is much more spacious inside than outside. The most remarkable thing is however that I have never felt better and stronger and with a bigger sense of something. Faith is certainly a house with 100 doors and nobody comes in exactly through the same one.
Like some here, I have felt, seen things that you can't explain if you don't have faith and that at the same time such things make it very unlikely that I ever leave this again.
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