I grew up Catholic with some Buddhist traditions thrown in. I would remember waking up to hear Sunday Mass and then in the afternoon going to Narra temple to do some *pai pai*. I was still a child and so *faith* was nothing more of a routine. I didn't listen to the homily, I just sat with uncles and aunts waiting excitedly as they would bring us to line up with them to receive Holy Communion. It was a different high and excitement for me back then. As I grew up, I learned about being a Christian in my formative years. It wasn't that religion was hard pressed on us - well, yeah - we had the first Friday Mass and then the receiving of Holy Sacraments. But I didn't feel like it was forced upon me. My mom was very open minded in telling us that she'd rather we go hear Mass because we want to rather than it be a chore to do every weekend. I think it was when I was out of college - after studying abroad that I started hearing Sunday Mass regul...
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