The day cold despite the sun.
Reading Don Colacho’s aphorisms and going slowly.
God is that inscrutable feeling of protection at our back.
Trying to find a way through the labyrinth that might hold something of sureness, the hidden ascetic practices, the yearning, the submission to love as agape. Winding a red thread between my finding and stepping forward in obscurity.
“The Church is intolerant in principle because she believes; she is tolerant in practice because she loves. The enemies of the Church are tolerant in principle because they do not believe; they are intolerant in practice because they do not love.”
-Rev. Reginald Garrigou-Lagrange O.P
Disenchantment and the question of how metaphysics and a new Thomism might re-enchant reality, as we see differently. To retrieve an awareness of continuity amidst rupture and digression, to believe that like others I am led back to the turning point and see my beginning with a fresh vision.
What is difficult is not to believe in God, but to believe that we matter to Him.
Faith is not a conviction we possess, but a conviction that possesses us.