Losing my Religion

I am like Pierre Froment, Zola's priest, who slowly loose his religion throughout the trilogy Lourdes, Rome, Paris. This photography series is about my tearing between the beauty of the religious feeling and the excess commit in its name. Doubt after doubt what is left of my faith is just a mere disillusion and a huge question about its origin. Have I indeed chosen my religion or did I inherited it from my family or the society I am living in?