"For some extraordinary reason, there is a fixed notion that it is more liberal to disbelieve in miracles than to believe in them. Why, I cannot imagine, nor can anybody tell me."
--G. K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
A friend recently asked my take on a passage that began: "One of the keys to survival is to know deep in one’s heart no one is coming to save you. Because as long as the person who is in a dire situation thinks that is so, then they sit and wait. They don’t go on about the business of living in that place. Rather, they wait for someone to save them so that then they can resume living."
"Because obviously," my friend continued, "we all have to come to grips with the fact that no-one's coming. No-one's going to save us."
I thought about how the mark of a follower of Christ is to believe in miracles, in magic, in angels and prophetic dreams and saints. I thought about which is more sublime, more clear-eyed, harder: to stop waiting, to harden your heart against waiting; or to wait in hope, your whole life, for someone you know will never come. I thought about how the greatest story ever told ends with a wedding.
|FROM THE NORTH SIDE OF THE SILVER LAKE RESERVOIR.|
I PARKED ON SILVER LAKE BOULEVARD
AND DASHED ACROSS THE STREET AGAINST TRAFFIC TO TAKE THESE
LAST TUESDAY NIGHT,
JUST AFTER 5:30 MASS AT HOLY FAMILY IN GLENDALE