I remember fondly the desk in our lab, along the wall in the room splashed with sunlight, where I sat that summer, when (even more than matrix multiplication and superpositions) all that occupied my mind was the tentatively joyful walk in the dark that is conversion. Nearly all that I cared to listen to was this album, and especially this song. It seemed a little uncomfortable to find that the author of the poem set to music here was a convert to Catholicism–would that unduly prejudice me?–but however gingerly I found myself led by the same light into what even now seems every day to look more and more like Paradise. (And yet, we know it is not!) Funny to think that none of us shall know how much of the walk remains for each; the best we might do is to sweetly, meekly take one step as a time as He allows us to, and we would be hard-pressed to find anything more fulfilling or wondrous.
Day: October 9, 2018
Blessed John Henry Newman, pray for us!
“God has created me to do Him some definite service. He has committed some work to me which He has not committed to another. I have my mission. I may never know it in this life, but I shall be told it in the next. I am a link in a chain, a bond […]
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