My Father’s World…

A better example of preaching on the theology of the cross. And how dumb it makes you feel.

And what of our long list of beliefs and the desire for certainty? When we let the mystery of evil open us more fully to the mystery of love, that need goes away. On this point, I am edified by the words of the great Catholic historian Eamon Duffy, from his Faith of Our Fathers.

Looking back on his own dark night, occasioned by the death of a good friend, Duffy wrote:

[N]ow I know that faith is a direction, not a state of mind; states of mind change and veer about, but we can hold a direction. . . . The difference between a believer and a non-believer is not that the believer has one more item in his mind, in his universe. It is that the believer is convinced that reality is to be trusted, that in spite of appearances the world is very good.

I don’t know if I was the only one to hear it but the next time you see any of the Lord of the Rings movies – listen real close to the Frodo Theme – the music that plays anytime all seems lost for the hobbits with the ring. I swear it is variation off of the simple “This is my Father’s World”. This is my Father’s World. God rest me in the thought. All nature sings…. At the darkest of moments the music says reality is to be trusted. The theologian of the cross calls a thing what it is.