A Lapsed Catholic's Contemplations:Reflections on the Interior Castle
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Last published Thu, Dec 23, 2021
I have been a Lapsed catholic for a while now. It is not intentional. I did not decide to be one.
I went through the gamut of emotions that led me to and away from the Catholic Church. Since I am a reader by nature, I decided to read the plethora of works written by saints and sinners about this journey we are taking in this life.
Here is one of them. The Interior Castle written by St. Teresa of Avila, my favorite Saint and Carmelite.
I read this year's ago and hope to find my way back to it by continuing the reflections I wrote about it.
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