[This
letter was written to her friend ‘A’, who was a convert, who had decided to
leave the Church].
I
don’t know anything that could grieve us here like this news. I know that what
you do you do because you think it is right, and I don’t think any the less of
you outside the Church than in it, but what is painful is the realization that
this means a narrowing of life for you and a lessening of the desire for life.
Faith
is a gift, but the will has a great deal to do with it. The loss of it is
basically a failure of appetite, assisted by sterile intellect. Some people,
when they lose their faith in Christ, substitute a swollen faith in themselves.
I think you are too honest for that, that you never had much faith in yourself
in the first place and that now that you don’t believe in Christ, you will
believe even less in yourself; which in itself is regrettable.
But
let me tell you this: faith comes and goes. It rises and falls like the tides
of an invisible ocean. If it is presumptuous to think that faith will stay with
you forever, it is just as presumptuous to think that unbelief will. Leaving
the Church is not the solution, but since you think it is, all I can suggest to
you, as your one-time sponsor, is that if you find in yourself the least return
of a desire for faith, to go back to the Church with a light heart and without
the conscience-raking to which you are probably subject. Subtlety is the curse of
man. It is not found in the deity.
Flannery O’Connor, The
Habit of Being
Reflection – O’Connor’s compassion and concern for her
friend is very touching in this letter, as it is touching in many of the
letters in this collection. Her friend did indeed go on to have a most
difficult life, which ended in suicide some years after Flannery’s death in
1964 from lupus.
‘A’, because of
her keen intellect and deep spiritual hunger, brought out of Flannery some of
her most profound reflections on faith and life. ‘Faith comes and goes’ – this
alone is something to ponder quite deeply. Our interior experience of faith, of
course, is what is meant here. The theological virtue of faith infused in us in
baptism is a bit more durable since it is God’s and not ours primarily.
But our inner
experience of certainty, of the reality of God, of the truth of what we say we
believe and do really believe, in spite of all our struggles and sins—this
comes and goes, rises and falls. And this is why our decisions about religion
and its practice, the Church and our fidelity to it, simply cannot rest
primarily or solely on our current emotional and psychological experience.
Yesterday I
wrote about the wingless chickens and our experience of what I guess is a
calamitous loss of faith and turning away from God and the Gospel in our world
today. Today, then, I want to highlight this whole business of returning to God
and to the Church with a light heart. This is really important, you know. We
can contort and twist ourselves into a terrible mess of complications and
difficulties. Some of them are real; many of them exist only in our own minds.
But God doesn’t
need us to have everything figured out before we can return to Him. He doesn’t
need us to be perfect—He needs us to make an act of will towards Him, that’s
all. His grace rushes up to meet us, like the Prodigal Father to the Prodigal
Son. Mercy—that’s the key to enduring this world of ours and our own complicity
in it, our own failures to believe and love in it.
In this midst of
all our complex times and their complex questions and the complex emotions and
the whole general tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive ourselves
about God and the moral law, we need to remember that God Himself is supremely,
sublimely simple. He loves us; He wants us to receive His love; His grace will
help us to repent what needs repenting, change what needs changing, and do what
needs doing, with great tenderness and compassion.
The way back is
there for all of us. The Prodigal Son didn’t agonize about where to find a dry
cleaner to get the pig muck off his clothes or try to sort out exactly why and
how he did what he did. He was hungry, so he went home. We too can go home
when and as we please, and this Simple God will welcome us. And that is part of
the message of love and hope we need to carry to the world in our time.
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