One very late night in July, I was visiting my parents in Frankenmuth, Michigan. It was a busy day, and as I was getting ready for bed, mom reminded me about photographing the St. Lorenz Church at night. So, I looked at her in her pajamas and asked, “Do you want to go for a ride?” So, we packed up the camera gear and drove to the parking lot. It was chilly for July, so the heater kept mom warm while I repositioned the tripod and walked around the parking lot. She was laughing about our adventure and being out late. This image represents a place of profound comfort for some and void for others. Why do some people have faith and others don’t?
I searched for an explanation and found this (from http://www.runningempty.org/).
The way to faith is much the same as the way to any deep knowledge:
1. put your mind on the subject
2. submit to it, not expecting to master it in a moment
3. come in a seeking mode, listening, trying to absorb, not rejecting what you don’t understand yet learn from those who know
What I know is that faith is part of my DNA and I believe in a force greater than ourselves.