"With practice we discover that
there are a number of doubters within ourselves, and they are different. To our
astonishment we realize that some of them are allies and friends on the journey
of faith, not blasphemous enemies.
Sometimes in the climate of prayer we
discover that certain doubts are like angels, agents of the Spirit of Truth, who are struggling to strip away from us superstitious and immature beliefs.
'Doubting the divinity of Christ' for a time may be the only way the Spirit of
Christ can get us to start again from scratch and believe in his total
humanity.
The divine Christ of many people's conventional faith is a fiction, a demigod, not the man who is the Word made flesh.
The divine Christ of many people's conventional faith is a fiction, a demigod, not the man who is the Word made flesh.
Doubts about doctrines and
moral rules may be the only way the Spirit of Truth can get us to move from
accepting Christianity at second hand, to appropriating it for ourselves in the
light of our own experience and questions.
The Spirit can work better with us
even if our faith is stripped right down for a time, than if we are cocooned in
a complacent religiosity which we are not prepared to have disturbed."
Above extract is from Smith, Martin L. A Season for the Spirit: Readings for the Days of Lent. Boston: Cowley, 1991. 124.
Above extract is from Smith, Martin L. A Season for the Spirit: Readings for the Days of Lent. Boston: Cowley, 1991. 124.
I beg you…. to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart
and try
to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or
books
written in a very foriegn language.
Don’t search for the answers which
could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live
them.
And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now.
Perhaps
the someday far in the future you will gradually, without ever
noticing
it, live your way into the future.
Rainer
Maria Rilke
The night,
it is deserted
from the mountains to the sea.
But I, the one who rocks you,
I am not alone!
The sky, it is deserted
for the moon falls to the sea.
But I, the one who holds you,
I am not alone!
The world, it is deserted.
All flesh is sad you see.
But I, the one who hugs you,
I am not alone
from the mountains to the sea.
But I, the one who rocks you,
I am not alone!
The sky, it is deserted
for the moon falls to the sea.
But I, the one who holds you,
I am not alone!
The world, it is deserted.
All flesh is sad you see.
But I, the one who hugs you,
I am not alone
Gabriela Mistral
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