Imagine that you're curious about the Christian faith, but you can't get any answers in a language you understand from an official source.
Imagine that if you do go to church, the pastor preaches sermons in a language you don't understand.
Imagine that any Bible you put your hands on is in language you can't read.
Imagine that when you have questions about the Bible or God, you have no written resources available to help you.
Imagine that when you do come across a book that might help, you would have to read it by candle light because most of your day light hours are spent doing all that's necessary for survival.
Imagine that you live in a different century where this is describes your life, as many people have...
During a conversation with my Dad last night, it struck me: I can read the Bible. I thought to myself, what would it be like to go to Mass in Latin, when most Bibles were only translated into Latin, and there was no internet for me to click--Matthew Henry's commentary for the entire Bible at my finger tips?
Do I really take full advantage of the great gifts God has given our generation to understand the Christian faith?