I’ve never been on a trip
for the sake of an actual pilgrimage before. I’ve prayed the Stations of the
Cross multiple times every year near Easter, but the only trips I’ve been on
were for sightseeing. There was one trip though that’s stood out, and every
once in a while I’ll find my mind going back to it if someone happens to remind
me. There was a church in Spain that I visited, and the story behind it was unique.
It had once been a mosque, and then I think maybe some type of temple. It wasn’t
until much later that it became a Christian church, but I don’t think it’s open
to the general public for worship anymore due to it’s age. The style of the
building reflects its history though. Every time its purpose changed, the
people using it would redecorate and build on in order to fulfill their
religious needs and beliefs. In the end, it was a graceful sort of hodgepodge
of religious symbolism and ornate paintings. Its amazing that with each change,
the previous art and artifacts weren’t completely destroyed.
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