|Writer Jill Paris in Lourdes|
From my dear friend Jill Paris, as published in The Saturday Evening Post.
I was not raised Catholic. I can’t recite the Holy Rosary. And I certainly don’t have what it takes to be considered a devout anything—unless knowing the dialogue to all six seasons of Sex and the City counts for something.
But I’m not exactly an atheist either. I’ve always felt a strong sense of devotion to a higher entity. Yet at a dinner party recently when I spoke excitedly about my upcoming trip to Lourdes, the holy shrine in the South of France, I was quickly cut short.
“But you’re not religious,” said a female acquaintance. Her remark spilled across the tablecloth like a tipped-over glass of red wine.
“I used to go to church every Sunday,” I said, somewhat defensively. “And I went to Christian youth camp one summer.” Read more, click here