tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509359853321953022.post2219210993373540456..comments2023-10-30T06:22:05.446-04:00Comments on The Cloistered Heart: Right Before My EyesNancy Shumanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05584199691076992017noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509359853321953022.post-35352461855758347962014-09-09T12:50:41.135-04:002014-09-09T12:50:41.135-04:00I am struck by your use of the word "sense&qu...I am struck by your use of the word "sense" (of the sacred) because in such an environment our actual senses become engaged. Senses are important in these bodies of ours, so why should they not be used to help us be more aware of God? <br /><br />Thank you, Linda!Nancy Shumanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584199691076992017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509359853321953022.post-78781721715221937842014-09-09T12:22:45.739-04:002014-09-09T12:22:45.739-04:00So true. It is sad that some of the newer Catholic...So true. It is sad that some of the newer Catholic churches have done away with statues of saints and stained glass windows. But the older churches keep them alive and well. I notice that when one walks into such churches a sense of the sacred comes over them. They whisper, walk silently among the aisles and pews, and kneel humbly as they light a candle beneath one of the statues. It is wondrous Linda Maranhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18412043310205006255noreply@blogger.com