To the highest bidder!
And here I am here in Lourdes, a place that worries me and I am fascinated at the same time. Everyone told me that once came here, I would have done drag from the atmosphere, this quest for healing, this confident expectation but not for this spasmodic. I think I have become insensitive and even some 'cynical. Nothing of what I had been predicted came true. It seems absurd that a belief in something that is, every day and constantly, merchandise and sold to the highest bidder. Stacks of candles, bidoncini holy water, rosaries, necklace, statuettes. It seems Disneyland, the Disneyland of Christianity. And all these people makes me tenderness, fear, pity ... And I can not see inside the suffering. What encourages us to want at all costs some help?
