The village is quiet, not a soul stirs, the time is right. On the street, there is only an old man in his beckets and bacon hat. He passes in front of the small whitewashed church. He doesn't even look there, but raises his hat.
He enters his gate three houses away, closes the gate when the bell rings. As he leaves, he raises his hat again and disappears behind the door.
This scene stayed with me only because I realized how much respect this man had for God and the church. The number of his years may have been about seventy-half, so as they say, he socialized mostly in the cursed and still preserved his ancestors' respect for God. I thought about how many beautiful customs have disappeared and how many expressions of respect have disappeared from our daily lives. For example, "Dear Sir" . Today, it can only be discovered in literature. What a noble expression that is!
We could say that these are out of date. However, respect is not a matter of eras , just like faith, since the crucifix cannot be looked at differently during the year than at Easter. Just as it would be good to preserve the Easter traditions for our descendants, so that over time they are not only reminded of them by trivialized tourism shows.
We keep the sacred secret of our faith in the ceremonies, courtesy of the venerable priests, but folk traditions are also worth and must be protected - sprinkling, coma bowl, etc. – because this is the only way our entire faith and life will be complete.
