For Our Lady, St Mary Magdalene, the holy women and the apostles, the joy of Easter morning was to know that the Lord who had suffered, died and been laid in the tomb, was alive. They had lived through what seemed like total disaster, the cruel and savage torture and execution of the Master. They had buried Him decently and were showing respect to His body. Now they had seen Him alive, he had eaten breakfast with them and asked St Thomas to put his fingers into the holes the nails made in His hands to prove that He was really alive and not a ghost.
Prayer for the gift of stability and deepening of faith. To remain faithful to what I desire to believe as true.
Reading more on Betty Hester and her friendship via correspondence with Flannery O’Connor. Such a gifted troubled correspondent, unable to stay with the Church, her long engagement with Flannery through letters. even though Hester left the church after five years. That move away from pietistic and moralising platitudes on the part of O’Connor, talking about the mercy of God and encouraging Betty to think less of herself and to persist. In the back of my mind, Betty Hester’s battle with a bipolar illness and her eventual suicide. Flannery O’Connor’s comment on returning to the Church:
“… faith comes and goes. It rises and falls like the tides of an invisible ocean. If it is presumptuous to think that faith will stay with you forever, it is just as presumptuous to think that unbelief will. Leaving the Church is not the solution, but since you think it is, all I can suggest to you, as your one-time sponsor, is that if you find in yourself the least return of a desire for faith, to go back to the Church with a light heart and without the conscience-raking to which you are probably suspect.”