When life has
no more glitter, is that a good or a bad thing?
I used to have
‘convictions and predilections stout’ – to pick just a few, that Tolkien was
the greatest author in the history of literature, that assenting to the
Christian creed was guaranteed to bring lifelong happiness and prosperity (and
denying it only darkness and error), that insensitivity to heroic ideals and
images was the worst curse anyone could be afflicted with.
Now I’m not so
sure.
Even seminary
life has lost its magic. The image of the devout souls who have given every
second of their lives to the Messiah, dwelling somewhere in the outer precincts
of Heaven in anticipation of their mission, has given way to the image of a
group of guys who have somehow blundered into the same building and learnt to
live with each other – no mean feat either. And there’s always work to be done
in the Church, though what work and why and to what effect – let’s say that’s
part of the mystery of the Church.
