Tuesday, May 31, 2005

The Paradox of Humanity

Humans are incredibly odd creatures. They have reason and freedom. Financial and regional factors aside, they can chose whatever occupation their heart desires. Yet, when they might be a National Geographic photographer grasping at slight fingerholds in a cliff face to reach the ledge where the elusive whistling spider may hide, a huge percentage of the American people only languidly finger keyboards for the entirety of a workday. Though I suppose it is proof of my rationality that I would join the ranks of men and women performing that monotonous action for the support of a greater cause, it's hard.

However, the things I'm learning through CNS on a daily basis draw me to the mesmerizing monitor time after time. My friends, it is disgusting to see the ways the devil finds to infiltrate the supposed havens of Catholic tradition and truth in the "Catholic" colleges of America. They support clubs, play scripts, faculty, speakers, and teaching that directly contradicts the moral truths taught by Our Lord. Not that this should be news to us, we are daily exposed to similar evils.

Our world asks so many questions. They long for an objective standard though they bow to the ideals of relativism and non-discriminatory behavior. The problem is that in trying to include everyone, they embrace the wolves as well and help them to try on a new suit of sheep's clothing. If one uses undefined words like "hospitality," "sharing," "dialog," and "spirituality" too frequently, they end by meaning nothing at all except that "everything is ok, and if it's not we won't label it that way." Verbal manipulation is one of the scariest tools man possesses. And when one doesn't have the concrete language to ask the right question, how can one expect to find the right answer?

The fine balance to find is that between being concrete, courageous, and firm without being offensive, inflammatory, and uncharitable. Pope JPII had a wonderful gift for carrying out this type of persuasive dialog with those of other faiths or just the lukewarm members of his own Church. I can only pray that as Spirit-filled Christians minister to their culture, especially in the intellectual communities of America, that the Lord will inspire them to be accepting of truth where they find it, but not of error.

Peeking Out

How often do people live half their lives in their heads and forget to share what they learn with those around them?
I don't want to forget.

How often could they benefit from the thoughts of their friends?
Teach me.

How many people dare to lift the protective basket covering their personal perception of reality and let some of the candlelight underneath glimmer forth?
I will.

Consider this an invitation. My world's not infallible, but it contains some beautiful scraps of truth and experience that I'd like you to see. Welcome. Duck under my propped up basket. Join me and take a tour of my perspective.