There’s a Catholic booklet under my pillow and it is my first time to keep a religious object in my sleep. After reading the entire book jacket, I realized that the booklet was kept for 7 years in a box where I hide important readings that doesn’t interest me anymore. The booklet has traveled and it reached USA to reawaken my interest in religious studies. I can remember seeing that black booklet in a religion store and I asked my mom to buy it for me. My mom hesitated at first telling me that I can get one free because we know some priests who manage a similar store. I can’t wait to read it so she bought it, mom always wants to see me read. I think I have known too many things about Catholicism that wasn’t taught in class so I feel so smart in sharing relevant information that I have read. That was 7 years ago, when Catholic school kids didn’t have a choice but to believe on the scriptures.

The kid that was so excited in discovering what is beyond the Church teachings is gone. I don’t feel overwhelmed to read and see images that made an impact in building the Church. Not every word and image is reliable so I digested the information like I’ll only be needing it to refresh my mind on what my religion is. I still hold strong to my faith, I believe in God. But I’m no longer a believer of everything miraculous and holy. Intelligence and education has interfered with my beliefs but I feel better in doubting the stories of holy men. To see is to believe, God’s existence is the only thing I will never doubt. The rest still needs to be studied but knowing more won’t convince me.