5 /5 Auda Gee: Attended 8 am Sunday Mass.
As I stepped into the Basilica, I was immediately struck by its beauty.
Even outside the night before I was awestruck.
Every corner seemed to tell a story, with the Spanish influence evident in every detail—even in the floor tiles beneath my feet.
The atmosphere was slow and serene, as if time itself had decided to pause, allowing me to breathe and reflect in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.
It was almost as though the space wrapped me in peace, gently urging me to slow down.
Saint Augustine was a man who had once been so worldly. Yet, his mother, St. Monica, prayed tirelessly for his conversion, never losing hope. Standing there, amidst the stillness, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of her devotion. And then, my eyes caught sight of a reliquary near the Tabernacle, a quiet reminder of Saint Augustine’s transformation.
It struck me deeply. Saint Augustine, pray for us.