Less love? Over special experiences in a special city....

Innsbruck is a beautiful city. This is the view from our room:







We visited the Stiftskirche in Innsbruck this afternoon. It is a symbol of a time in which the church in Europe had extraordinary power and wealth. I need to think more about this....






In the crypt of the University Jesuit Church, next to the Theological Faculty of the Unviversity, is this simply place where Karl Rahner is buried. His is the middle of the three. Simple. Touching.





One of the colleagues at the university responded to my remark about the candle burning before the crypt that there is almost always a candle or flowers which people bring in memory of a great theologian. Rahner taught in Innsbruck.


The plaque:





Of all our experiences today, this one made me think deep. On our way to supper tonight, this lady was walking in front of us. "Wir lieben unsere Kinder weniger." It translates as: "We love our children less." In a time that we hear of so many children dumping their parents in old age homes or abusing them, this is a sad remark. This is then a mutual thing?


Is there really so little love left? There is, therefore, another side of the story?