Sunday, 22 March in the season of Lent
My God, my God, why have I forsaken You? Why have Your words, echoed through the ancient and holy Church, turned to babel in my ears? Why has my heart turned to stone? Did You harden it, as You hardened the heart of Pharaoh, for some mysterious purpose I cannot know? Why has apathy taken root in my soul?
What happened to my pathy?
Zeal for Your house once consumed me. But I fear that consummation is now complete, and there is not much left of me. Once I was glad when they said to me, let us go into the house of the Lord. Now I prefer a small room, quiet and alone, with a window looking out on the world.
I said so many things in the old days. Uttered so many words in Your name. There was goodness in the words and I do not regret them. But the sin of presumption is in every word spoken about You. And that sin weighs heavily on me. A scarlet letter A has affixed itself before the words that come to my lips now.
apophatic apathetic atypical askew agnostic
There has been a turning in me. I am dwelling in a new place now.
If I make my bed along the Via Negativa, will you be there?
