It was time to try the Mass again. The music was familiar, the students and regular parishioners, very friendly. I enjoyed the homily and the liturgy. I was very much at home again, but one problem remained. In that great old church, there were several statues, grand stations of the cross, and numerous saints in the stained glass windows.
Idol worship all over again.
I tested the campus minister and other students. None but myself was dismayed at the saints' images. But I distrusted them. They were suspect in my mind and to be avoided. The Protestant objections rang and echoed in my heart.