Then he turned to face me, and the coldhearted man stared deeply into my eyes.“I don’t miss a Sunday, but I’m afraid that will soon change, so I am introducing you to the church now while time allows it.”
Taken aback, I repeated his words in my head. The underlying meaning of his admission and the importance he gave to the Catholic Church. There was no misunderstanding how this man was a follower of God, and surprise wasn’t what I had expected.
Did Massimo confess his dirty and cruel heart, his deep sins? Or did he walk into the house of God guilt-free and with the same power as he did everywhere else?
Did he kill, torture, steal, cheat, and commit mortal sins with the weight of the afterlife?
In Italy, I used to roam around the city searching for churches. They were my favorite archit
