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When Christopher Sloanes first heard the name Medjugorje, he had no idea it would take him to the edge of his own faith.
A recent convert to Catholicism, Chris travels there with his wife, teenage daughter and mother for his first ever pilgrimage. He carries a doubt he can't quite shake about the visionaries who claim, more than forty years on, that Our Lady still appears to them daily, wherever in the world they happen to be.
What follows is five days of astonishing contradictions and everyday chaos. The world's largest confessional, and a private chapel hidden behind real wealth. A childish meltdown over a slice of pizza, and a bedroom argument over a reading light. A first confession, a mother learning to love the Rosary again, and a father hoping, quietly, that God brought him here for a reason.
This is an unflinchingly honest, and often very funny, account of one family's pilgrimage, and the harder question Chris brought home with him.
Inside:
Thirteen chapters and an epilogue, from Devil in a Skirt to I Believe, Help My Unbelief
Apparition Hill, Cross Mountain, the confession lines and the evening Mass
A pilgrim's account written from notes made on the ground, not from memory years later
When Christopher Sloanes first heard the name Medjugorje, he had no idea it would take him to the edge of his own faith.
A recent convert to Catholicism, Chris travels there with his wife, teenage daughter and mother for his first ever pilgrimage. He carries a doubt he can't quite shake about the visionaries who claim, more than forty years on, that Our Lady still appears to them daily, wherever in the world they happen to be.
What follows is five days of astonishing contradictions and everyday chaos. The world's largest confessional, and a private chapel hidden behind real wealth. A childish meltdown over a slice of pizza, and a bedroom argument over a reading light. A first confession, a mother learning to love the Rosary again, and a father hoping, quietly, that God brought him here for a reason.
This is an unflinchingly honest, and often very funny, account of one family's pilgrimage, and the harder question Chris brought home with him.
Inside:
Thirteen chapters and an epilogue, from Devil in a Skirt to I Believe, Help My Unbelief
Apparition Hill, Cross Mountain, the confession lines and the evening Mass
A pilgrim's account written from notes made on the ground, not from memory years later