Most of my childhood Sundays were spent below the stained glass windows of a beautiful church filled with incense. I was a “cradle Catholic,” baptized in a white gown and confirmed when I still had braces. However, some Sundays I spent in a modestly decorated Pentecostal church. 

Published in YSN: Speaking Out

There was a time when Catholics, Protestants and other Christian denominations were largely isolated from each other.

Published in Youth Speak News