Faith and Enchantment
My heart really did leap when I read this. AG has such a flare for writing, and all of the childhood memories recounted on this blog are traditional Roman Catholicism crystallized into words.
A friend of mine has admitted to me that sometimes he has problems concerning his faith. He is Catholic, intelligent, and very well-read, so at first I was a bit taken aback by this. But I think what is missing not only from the lives of converts but also from the lives of suburban cradle Catholics is a real sense of enchantment about what they believe. It is not about what we believe, it is about how we see what we believe. Judging from many Catholic media, both electronic and printed, I can see how many can have very severe doubts about the Faith. Many times there is real absence from them of a sense of God's all-powerful and "mischievous" hand working in our lives. That is probably due to not having been raised with religious images all over the house, family prayers, and a traditional sense that all things come from the hand of our Father God.
Perhaps I am judging too harshly, but this is why the Catholic discourse in this country can be so depressing to me. And that is why I like reading AG's blog. It is so human because it is so enchanted, it believes in beauty and miracles in a mature and yet child-like manner. I wish I could portray this on my blog, and I try to but more often than not fail. I am most proud of my poetry posts, and I read mostly poetry now with the little spare time that I have. Religion, as represented on the Internet, makes me become belligerent, pig-headed, and proud. Instead, the religiosity that I respect now is the one of the stories that my mother told me about how the Holy Infant of Atocha (pictured above) used to get up from His chair in the middle of the night and bring loaves of bread to prisoners. That is the type of cosmos that I want to dwell in, not one where I have to hold up the fabric of reality with my flawed, all-too-human arguments.