This is my son’s latest blog post.
I would say this fictional discussion is also relevant for Romania.
“I’m worried…” John said to me, his eyes fixed on the carpet after we talked about the weather.
“What are you worried about?” I asked, shifting in my seat, struggling to find a comfortable position on his sofa, moving cushions and tucking them behind me.
“All my grandchildren were born in the church… went to Sunday School… and now they left the church. It’s just us old folk!” he replied, his face darkening.
I nodded silently, trying to be respectful to his grief even if I had 100 explanations in my mind as to why that is happening everywhere in the church. For an instant, I felt the clerical collar choking me. I know why they aren’t coming. Let me tell you!! I thought.
“Have you ever asked them why they don’t come?” I asked him breaking the silence.
“It’s not just my grandchildren… We don’t have any young people…
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