{"id":7387,"date":"2021-07-28T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-07-28T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/?p=7387"},"modified":"2021-07-24T18:13:41","modified_gmt":"2021-07-24T22:13:41","slug":"feeling-at-home-in-church","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/feeling-at-home-in-church\/","title":{"rendered":"Feeling at Home in Church!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<iframe title=\"Feeling at Home in Church! 7\/28\/21\" allowtransparency=\"true\" height=\"150\" width=\"100%\" style=\"border: none; min-width: min(100%, 430px);\" scrolling=\"no\" data-name=\"pb-iframe-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.podbean.com\/player-v2\/?i=zyixm-109935e-pb&#038;from=pb6admin&#038;share=1&#038;download=1&#038;rtl=0&#038;fonts=Arial&#038;skin=1&#038;font-color=auto&#038;btn-skin=7\"><\/iframe>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Sister Mary Jo Leddy in her book,&nbsp;<em>Memories of War, Promises of Peace<\/em>, writes about her parents&#8217; World War II experiences.&nbsp;<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Her father, Jack Leddy, was a surgeon in the Allied army, stationed in a French town. He often went to a nearby church for rest, refuge, sanctuary and prayer. For him it was a special and a holy place. Forty years later, he returned to the village along with his wife and daughters, insisting that they all visit the chapel that was so precious to him.&nbsp;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When they reached the church, Jack Leddy was delighted and wanted to go inside right away. But the family was horrified by the homeliness of the building.&nbsp;The chapel was rather ugly.&nbsp;&nbsp;The walls were beige stones, stained and covered with fungus. On the roof was something that looked more like a chimney rather than a bell tower. In any case, there was no bell to ring. Not a single flower or blade of grass grew in the grim clay ground outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Dr. Leddy\u2019s whole family criticized the church&#8217;s appearance. They remarked that it was like a scene from a Gothic horror movie.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Jack Leddy looked at them rather blankly. In 1944, he had never really noticed what the church looked like.\u00a0<strong>&#8220;It looked pretty good at the time,&#8221;<\/strong>  he said.\u00a0<strong>&#8220;It was a place for me to go and pray.&#8221;<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Sr. Mary Jo Leddy, his daughter, eventually came around to her father&#8217;s viewpoint. Speaking of the church she writes:&nbsp;<strong>&#8220;This was where my father was at home in the world, where he knew he was with God.&#8221;<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>It is amazing how much better a church looks when you are there for the right reasons. Some people use putdowns, and criticism to keep them from confronting their own spiritual poverty.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Please reflect on how YOU have felt when YOU return to a special church or chapel. Describe your feeling. How does YOUR return to a church feel since the quarantine?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>\u00a0I\u2019M SO GLAD THAT BEING SOCIALLY DISTANT DOES NOT INCLUDE JESUS!<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sister Mary Jo Leddy in her book,&nbsp;Memories of War, Promises of Peace, writes about her parents&#8217; World War II experiences.&nbsp; Her father, Jack Leddy, was a surgeon in the Allied army, stationed in a French town. He often went to a nearby church for rest, refuge, sanctuary and prayer. 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