Seeing the Pope in person may have been one of the highlights of our stay here in Europe, attests to a great history and a formidable spiritual venture, it is in fact the highlights of Catholicism. Not only is Vatican city the headquarters of the Roman Catholic Church, but it is also an independent city of its own.
Growing up I have yet to practice a solid religion. I was baptised as a Mormon in childhood, practiced Born Again Christian in teenage years and yet currently going to a Catholic Church in the Philippines. And because of the nature of my job, I was even exposed to Islam and Hinduism, going to different mosques and churches around the world. This enables me to have a clearer understanding of different kinds of religion and all there is in between. My dad, being a retired missionary and having been able to memorise the Bible, once told me that in order for you to really get to know the Lord, one must practice it. No religion is ever enough if you yourself isn’t living a life of goodness. With that thought in mind, I am free to explore wherever faith brings me.
As I enter St. Peter Basilica, boasting beautiful frescoes and antique interiors, I felt peace. It is somewhat the same whenever I enter either a church, a mosque or a tent of sacrament. Which may have different beliefs, still celebrates a creator. And visiting the Vatican City, I really felt the presence of the Lord. Having been surrounded with devotees from all over the world, and lucky as we are, timely experienced the Sunday Angelus. Braving the crowd at 12 nn at St. Peter Square, patiently waited for the Pope to peak through his window of study. We were all there hoping to be blessed by the Pope himself. That of which he gave an Apostolic speech. Which might have been purely in Italian, still felt very powerful of a blessing.
Although I’m not a Catholic myself, having been able to witness Catholicism not only in Vatican City but whenever I go to Church in Baclaran back home, made me realise how important it is to believe and be a part of a religion. It was liberating. And quite frankly, it is by far the closest that I felt to my faith.