Becoming Catholic is not like anything else I’ve ever done. It’s not shallow, it’s not half-measures.
To the world, it’s the deluded adherence to some sort of invisible sky fairy, to the detriment of my own “reasonable” desires.
Love is a man who was cursed, because he hung from a tree.
Love is dying so that your friends may live.
God made me stubborn. God made me determined. And in the internal struggle between my impatience and my stubbornness?
Well, stubbornness has to win. If not, how else could I keep saying I’m stubborn? ;)
Paradoxes are a beautiful thing.
Our human minds see paradoxes, and we can describe them as such, but God guards the space where the paradoxes can’t quite stand. Where two opposites cannot hold fast.
I suffer the same. But now I know suffering to be love.