Travel has always been apart of my life. When I was very young my parents would travel for various reasons at random times throughout the year. It was normal, part of life to find out on Monday that my parents would be leaving Friday and would come back in two weeks. But this time I got to go.
We always talked about going to Europe but nothing came together until last spring. My father, as he often does, gets passionate about something and things start to happen. He wanted to take me to Germany, Austria and Italy so when I was done with college for the summer, we went.
The whole trip was fantastic! We packed light and moved fast. Without the girls (mother and sister) we were able to be very effient with our time and we saw all sorts of things. First Munchin, Germany our home away from home, then Igles, Austria where my parents have gone several times to ski, next to Florence, Italy which oozed with culture and finally Rome and the Vatican.
The Vatican was spectacular. I still dont have words to describeit all, but at the same time I wanted so badly to have a sludge hammar and destroy it all. Here I was in this beautiful, elaborate place and my flesh loved it. It is unimaginable. But my Spirit hated it. All my spirit could do was yell and yell about how much money all of this costs, and where it could have gone; and how many people died completing it; and how much false value was put into it; and how to some, it was the center of their faith, not Jesus. I was/am so angry with it.
I still don't know how I feel about it. Yes, it cost a ton of money, and some make it thier idol; but to some it does help them get closer to God, and to some it is an incedible testiment to Our Father. For me, I think I'll appreciate that it was built to bring/for the glory of Our Father, but will keep it in perspective. It is still just a church.
The Church is way more important.
