After lunch with the Bruces in Faycelles, we took a wander through the church. I've been inside many times over the years through many visits, but this time was different. It seemed to me that there were many more Saints and sculptures than I'd remembered. As I often say, I am not an organized religion person for many reasons. But, I am very grateful to the Catholic Church for firmenting my own special kind of spirituality that brings non-judgemental love, truth, joy and peace.
Of course, there was my favorite St.Therese of Lisieux, but not a candle to be found.
I just took more pictures!
For a smaller church, this one was crowded with Saints.
Every time I see Joan of Arc, I think of Steward and Eric. They've come to visit twice now, and on one visit to Limogne we picked up a gorgeous statue of Joan. I've always loved her. Every time I see her in France I think of them. When I'm at their home on Dupre Street in New Orleans, I remember that visit together when she sat on my evier for a while and then went home with them to New Orleans.
I don't know who has more saints, this church or Dupre Steet? I can tell you, Joan is NOT alone!
This was one of the most colorful, and with the backdrop of this painting it became even more beautiful. Most of the saints here were stark white. I confess to not being familiar with all of them, but each spoke to me in a different way for a different reason.
This guy is my brother-in-law Tom's favorite Saint.
His name is J. G. Perboyre. I can't remember his story exactly, but every time I run into him on my travels, I take a photo and email it to Tom.
I have found him in Cahors, Cajarc, St. Cirq Lapopie, and now Faycelles.
As you can see, each one holds stories and memories for me of my solo travels, as well as on the visits of family and friends.
Some are fun for me.
And, sometimes the old heartstrings are pulled and tears tumble for reasons that have nothing to do with the Saints.
Happy Tuesday!
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