We were only 90 minutes into our drive around the Cabot Trail when we passed by the church. I don’t really know what compelled me to turn into the parking lot, but I’m so glad we did.
I wandered in and found myself gasping with awe.
It is a beautiful church: Stations of the Cross hung on its ivory walls, the altar intricately decorated with statues of the angels and the saints, and the stained glass windows lining up on either side of its nave, proudly reflecting the rays of the sun, creating a soft rainbow of colors inside.
The silence we felt was simultaneously powerful and peaceful. I could have stayed there forever.
To the Chéticamp Acadians, the church is a victorious representation of hard work, pride, and faith. To me, it is witnessing my faith fully alive.