I can’t remember if I was 9 or 10 years old, but I was baptized Catholic around the same time I stopped believing in God. Ever since I can remember I have never liked churches nor stepping inside them. I’ve always found the white walls, brown pews, and high ceilings cold and uninviting. While the stained glass windows were pretty to look at I just never felt like it was for me, and for most of my life I was an agnostic. Sometimes people would say, “oh, you’re an atheist.” And I would reply, “No, I’m agnostic. I believe there is something out there, just not God.” It gets kind of tiring after a while, but I think it was a good place to be for a long time.
On May 1st, Labor Day, which was a major holiday, my friend, Veronika, and I decided to take a quick trip out of Chengdu to do something and get some fresh air. I don’t know much about Chengdu and what surrounds it, but luckily she knows a lot of things and so she said we should check out this pretty temple just outside of Chengdu. I woke up super early and grabbed the first train in the morning at 6:17 and I was off to meet her at the transfer stop for both of us. We rode the subway for another 30 minutes or so before we took a little bus for 45 minutes out to Longquan. You would think that first thing in the morning many people would not be on the bus, but I forgot that when you take the tiny buses that head into the villages there tends to be many elderly people on the morning buses. They wake up early to do what they need to do, so they are returning about the time we were arriving. Read More