painting by Dali, of course
So, today is of course Good Friday and a day to ponder our faith, if any.
And as I do this often (some will say tooo often, and some will say not nearly often enough) I am most interested when others do it too. And this gal has written a piece on NPR today that is worth reading. Because, as usual, she answers this question, the one that is blazing around the modern media outlets of late (well, not overtly, but it’s in the subtext, it really is):
Why? Why be Catholic? Really? How can you? How could you?
Especially now, in light of scandals and more mud thrown and slings and arrows and accusation and supposition and on…. why?
Well, here is an excerpt, below. But, today, of all days, I’d ask you to go read it. It’s worth a few minutes.
“The question has come my way several times in the past week: “How do you maintain your faith in light of news stories that bring light to the dark places that exist within your church?”
When have darkness and light been anything but co-existent? How do we recognize either without the other?
I remain within, and love, the Catholic Church because it is a church that has lived and wrestled within the mystery of the shadow lands ever since an innocent man was arrested, sentenced and crucified, while the keeper of “the keys” denied him, and his first priests ran away.
The darkness within my church is real, and it has too often gone unaddressed. The light within my church is also real, and has too often gone unappreciated. A small minority has sinned, gravely, against too many. Another minority has assisted or saved the lives of millions.
But then, my country is the most generous and compassionate nation on Earth; it is also the only country that has ever deployed nuclear weapons of mass destruction.
My government is founded upon a singular appreciation of personal liberty; some of those founders owned slaves.
I am a woman with very generous instincts, and I try to love everyone, but I am capable of corrosive scorn. Have I been much sinned against? Yes. So have you. Have I sinned against others? Oh, yes. So have you.
Like a pebble cast into a pond, our every action ripples out toward the edges, reaching farther than we intended, touching what we do not even know, for good and for ill. It all either means nothing, or it means everything.
As a Catholic, I believe it means everything.”
Go. Read. Then, ponder faith. Ponder being human. Ponder the why of faith.
That’s what today is about. It’s Good Friday.