Igitur non dormiamus sicut ceteri.

A Modest Response

Very quickly before my internet connection gets lost in our fine national capitol: there is much gloating from materialistic anti-theists about Bl. Teresa of Calcutta’s dark night of the soul and it is, to put it mildly, a little annoying if not disgusting. I suppose I’d be angry if it wasn’t for the fact that the ones who attack her are wealthy New York socialites who went to Harvard or Oxford and would never be seen with us commoners much less scrub a leper or care for an aids victim. This being said, these same socialites feel it’s their duty to degrade such a good woman with their whiny accents and tailored suits. ‘Tis no wonder, my constant reader, that I have always had the Chestertonian distrust of the wealthy.

That being said, may I recommend that everyone read GM Hopkins’ “Terrible Sonnets” as an introduction to this religious phenomenon? They are called the “Terrible Sonnets” because of the anguish the poet felt in his years as a priest and provide for a shorter view into this spiritual agony that is better expressed by St. John of the Cross. You can find the sonnets here.

No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?
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