National Shrine of St Jude

Went with my ultra religious Mom. The church is old and charming. If you know who St Jude is, it’s nice to pray here.
Church is kinda in a Southside ghetto.

«If these walls could talk… I’d hear the voices from Heaven.»
It’s not unusual for me to attend church on my vacations. It’s a must. Its part of my own serenity to meet with God and thank him for I had made it safely to one of his homes. This was a spiritual journey for me to travel down to South Chicago (a very rough part of town). This was the only national shrine of St. Jude (
) in the United States. The reason why this special journey was important to me was because my mother often prayed to St. Jude to help her through her cancer. During that time, I wasn’t familiar with St. Jude. I would read my mother’s newsletters from the National Shrine of St. Jude. I was inspired to begin prayer to him in hopes of saving my mother’s life. I know. I was already feeling the deep pains and passage of our mother’s faith. I was a fool’s prayer asking for help in a time of need. Only to understand that not all miracles can be given. When my mother passed, I discovered within myself to continue prayer and find my own inner strength through difficult times. To expect the unexpected in life and believe in God that all good things will come in the end. But I felt drawn to travel to the shrine. Maybe something my mother wanted me to find. Finally on September 28, 2007, I found the answer I was looking for when I prayed to St. Jude. My answer was written on the wall. Who would have know that chills and slight touch from a super natural feeling would make me cry and remember who I truly am and what I was meant to do here on Earth.
Looking up at the shrine and taking in all the architectural symbols of the ancient times, I was intrigued by. .. (to be continued)