I'm telling my brother about a sermon that I heard a good while ago at All Saints' Church in Warsaw and a piece of information that made me sit up: an Italian priest takled about a few Italian families who had volunteered to leave their country, jobs, relatives, friends (Lord, give me more faith!) and go - with their kids - to settle in Estonia, where the Catholic Church is almost non-existent. Their job would be to try and build a Christian community around them. The priest himself was to join them in Tallinn.
"Maybe the taxes are simply lower there?", says my brother; which could mean that he's undergoing a crisis of faith of sorts. Or that, at long last!, my own sermons on the merits of the small, efficient state have started to make an impact.
