To be honest, at first, for me as a child, going to church seemed more like an obligatory ritual that needed to be experienced. But over time, I realized that this place is not just a house of prayer, but a space where something more happens. I went to church every Sunday with my family, and these visits taught me to see the world and people differently – with love and patience.

Church is not only architecture with beautiful stained glass windows and majestic candles. It is a place where people come to share their hopes, experiences, joys and sorrows. I remember the moments when my father would preach – not just words, but something deeply personal and thought-provoking. His words about forgiveness, mercy and faith still live in me, even when life doesn’t always go as planned.

I remember us singing hymns. The voices of the adults mixed with the children’s created an amazing harmony. This singing was like a bridge between our hearts and something greater than ourselves. The Catholic tradition – with its rituals and ceremonies – helps us feel connected to the past, to history and, of course, to God. I think there is a magic in this – in stopping for a second and listening to the silence inside ourselves.

For me, this tradition has become an integral part of my life, even as I grew up and my paths went in different directions. Sunday mornings at church are like an anchor that helps me stay afloat in the stormy waters of everyday life. It is a time for reflection, gratitude and inner peace.

To be honest, sometimes it seems that today we forget too often about simple joys and what is really important. And for me, one of these joys was and remains this tradition. Even now, when life is picking up the pace and there is so much fuss around, I always try to find time to stop for at least a minute and feel this inner silence.

Maybe for someone, going to church is just a habit, but for me it is something more. This is the moment when I can be sincere and real, without hiding behind masks. There I learn to forgive, understand and love, which seems especially important in any relationship - be it friendship, family or something closer.

So, if you ask me about my faith, I will tell you exactly this story - about Sunday mornings, about family, about songs and prayers. About how this tradition helped me become the person I am now. And perhaps there is something universal in this - we all sometimes need to find our place of peace in order to move forward with an open heart.

Lana Banana