As we drove along, we spotted through the fog the spire of a steeple. It was the Rottenbuch Abbey Church.
The town was tiny, but picturesque. There was a small chapel with a cemetary across the road. My husband thinks its weird and creepy, but I happen to love old cemetaries. I love to just wander through them and see what I can learn for the old tombstones and thier inscriptions. He's not so much a fan of it!
As we entered the church, it was so beautiful, it just took our breathe away! The paintings on the ceiling and walls are amazing and the carvings and intricate details are facinating.
As we continued our drive, heading toward our next destination, Neuschwanstein, we made another stop. This next church was in the middle of a field, no town around it. Wieskirche has long been a site of pilgrimage. In 1738, tears were seen on a dilapidated wooden figure of the Scourged Savior. This resulted in a pilgrimage rush to see the statue. Many who have prayed in front of the statue of Jesus on the alter, have claimed that people have been miraculously cured of their diseases. This has, of course, made this even more a pilgrimage site. When I was there, it was clear there were people there for this very purpose. There were old people and infirm people. People who were clearly undergoing cancer treatments. I just hope their prayers were granted.
O Lord my God, I cried out to You, And You healed me.
Psalm 30:2
