I’m rather envious of my friend Mark; he works for Andalusia Farm, the home of the great Southern Gothic (and devoutly Catholic) author, Flannery O’Connor. Of course, I suppose Mark is envious of me working at the monastery, so that makes us even!
Anyway, today on his blog Mark posted a truly wonderful excerpt from one of Flannery’s letters, in which she discusses faith, doubt and mystery. Here’s a tidbit to whet your appetite:
A faith that just accepts is a child’s faith and all right for children, but eventually you have to grow religiously as every other way, though some never do. What people don’t realize is how much religion costs. They think faith is a big electric blanket, when of course it is the cross…remember that these things are mysteries and that if they were such that we could understand them, they wouldn’t be worth understanding. A God you understood would be less than yourself.