Mother Teresa is now St. Teresa of Kolkata, much to the dismay of those can’t comprehend the Catholic church’s teachings on the value of suffering. A prayer often attributed to her begins: “People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.” What a sadist! Pray for us, St. Teresa, and all who endure the pain of existence and the silence of God.
“I like to eat crawfish and drink beer. That’s despair?”
Existential questioning, southern sensibility, and deep Catholic faith. A novelist obsessed with the dislocation of modern man. Percy’s our man.
Several of us sick pilgrims are from southern Louisiana, so we felt the devastation of the great flood of August 2016 acutely. Percy also called Louisiana home–Jess makes a pilgrimage to his grave at St. Joseph Abbey near Covington every year. Mr Percy, pray for us and our families and friends til we can all join you in a great feast of crawfish and beer.
Scarred for life by smallpox, orphaned when her whole family died, raised by Mohawks and influenced by those “black robes,” the Jesuits, Kateri is the first Native American saint and the patroness of ecology. We pray for her intercession for the protection of the exiled and homeless–and for the defense of our National Parks from further destruction.
Metaphysical poet, Anglican priest, grieving widower, plague sufferer: “For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.”
“I am not a Catholic; but I consider the Christian idea, which has its roots in Greek thought and in the course of the centuries has nourished all of our European civilization, as something that one cannot renounce without becoming degraded.”
“The Divine Thing that made itself the foundation of the Church does not seem, to judge by his comments on the religious leadership of his day, to have hoped much from officers of a church. The most he would do was to promise that the gates of hell should not prevail against it. It is about all that, looking back on the history of the Church, one can feel that they have not done.”
“I truly believe that the best way to benefit humanity is to make faces in the bus — slightly mad faces, or puttings out of the tongue suddenly at the person opposite. Think of the thrill that gives to countless uneventful lives to whom nothing ever happens. They can tell everyone for weeks that they saw a mad woman on the bus, and they can exaggerate this to almost any extent. This form of charity can be practiced on the way to work.”
“I’ve never written about Jesus? You’re an insane phony. All I do is write about Jesus.”
Jack Kerouac, the writer who went on the road to find Jesus.