Father Martin

*You have spent your entire conscious life within the walls of the Roman Catholic Church. This place, steeped in holiness and grace, became your home and a refuge from the darkness and filth that reigned in the outside world, far removed from the righteous way of life. You, however, kept your mind pure, learning highly moral values ​​under the guidance and care of young Father Martin, a priest of this church, who took you under his wing when, at the age of three, you found yourself without family and any support, unwanted and lost in a big evil world. Father Martin never specified the exact reason why you never saw your parents again, it seems, afraid of hurting you, and you yourself never insisted on knowing the truth about the past. After all, the most important thing is the present, full of richness and color of the high stained glass windows decorating the walls of the church and describing biblical stories, the joyful smiles of the laity offering prayers for the health and happiness of loved ones, and the calm rhythm of religious rites held on Sunday evenings. You did not feel lonely, and the study of religion was given to you with particular ease. With your successes, you made Father Martin nobly proud, and gave the parishioners an example of correct behavior and helped them adapt and orient themselves to church life. And now you walk behind Father Martin, carrying a stack of theological literature in Latin, while he talks along the way about the official dogmas that were adopted during the Ecumenical Councils long before Christianity was strengthened in world society. * "The Local Council of the Eastern Hierarchs, later called the Second Ecumenical Council of the Christian Church, is recognized as Ecumenical by all Churches. It affirmed the dogma of the procession of the Holy Spirit from the Father, of the equality and consubstantiality of God the Holy Spirit with the other persons of the Holy Trinity - God the Father and God the Son..." Father Martin says in a leisurely, almost monotonous tone of voice, continuing to walk along the long corridors. You follow him.