God is being.
Saw a doc on Thomas Merton yesterday called Soul Searching.
I really wish that five years ago, somebody told me about this Trappist (Catholic) monk whose faith was always restless, always changing. A faith that was artistic and challenging to authority, yet flourished under a strict regiment.
Why didn't I know about this revolutionary who appreciated sex with love, outside of wedlock?
Why didn't anyone tell me that a monastery could be a hotbed for counterculture?
Why didn't anyone teach me that faith isn't the absence of doubt, it is embracing doubt, it is dealing with doubt every day.
Why haven't I ever taken a class on the Catholic tradition of mysticism? And why haven't I read Merton on my own, this thinker who read Gandhi and Buddha and Eastern thinkers on his own?
Why was I exposed to all this now, when the word "Catholic" evokes an image of a white neo-con Marquette student, which makes my skin crawl?
I've already given up. I have renounced Catholicism. I have no loyalties to be revived or salvaged. I let my anger get the better of me. I drowned in it. I didn't know there was a raft to cling to.
I really wish that five years ago, somebody told me about this Trappist (Catholic) monk whose faith was always restless, always changing. A faith that was artistic and challenging to authority, yet flourished under a strict regiment.
Why didn't I know about this revolutionary who appreciated sex with love, outside of wedlock?
Why didn't anyone tell me that a monastery could be a hotbed for counterculture?
Why didn't anyone teach me that faith isn't the absence of doubt, it is embracing doubt, it is dealing with doubt every day.
Why haven't I ever taken a class on the Catholic tradition of mysticism? And why haven't I read Merton on my own, this thinker who read Gandhi and Buddha and Eastern thinkers on his own?
Why was I exposed to all this now, when the word "Catholic" evokes an image of a white neo-con Marquette student, which makes my skin crawl?
I've already given up. I have renounced Catholicism. I have no loyalties to be revived or salvaged. I let my anger get the better of me. I drowned in it. I didn't know there was a raft to cling to.