There are two kinds of people who sing in the church.

Those who concentrate on the words and their meanings.
And those who concentrate on how well they sing.

Most of the time, you can easily tell them apart, because the first group is bestowed with Holy Spirit when their minds become filled with God, and their voice although average has a mysterious resonance of holiness.

While the second group - their voice may sound nice, but it's dry and sounds automatic without any feelings or emotions that you usually hear in every human's voice.

Such a powerful yet ephemeral shine of light.

Such a majestic and pure sound of drums.

How powerful is the God, our Lord, the one who orders thunders to roar.
How caring is the God, our Lord, who commands the thunders into silence.

Every prayer is a constant battle with my own mind.

I lose focus.
I forget the words.
I don't pay attention to what I say.
I think about something completely unrelated.

But I don't give up, because if I stopped praying that would mean I lost the battle that I could have won.

Petrus Romanus is the Pope who will die in Rome as Saint Peter the Apostle did before.

After yesterday's volunteer work my legs hurt all over today morning.

For a moment, I was thinking of skipping mass, but I refused to listen to this bad "thoughts" and went to church. God helped me so greatly the moment the mass started and the pain disappeared and I could kneel down like usual without any problems.

How great and caring is God, our Father to those, who trust Him completely.

God is like the wind.

Those, who obey God ride with the wind.
Those, who disobey God ride against the wind.

Life is like the hill.

Those, who sin ride down the hill - it's easy and fun then they crash.
Those, who do good ride up the hill - it's hard and painful, but it pays off.