Of course I don't believe! How could I? Plenty of intelligent people don't believe, and they will think I am foolish if I do. Besides, Christians don't seem happier or better than anybody else;sometimes they seem worse. Most days I am not such a great person, myself. How could I believe when belief requires accepting myself as a child of God, and accepting that I can and must become better?
But then, how could I not believe? When I see the sunset over the ocean. When I see ordinary people showing love in astonishing ways. When I witness death and know that belief itself is life or death. When I love someone, and wonder where that love comes from, where that person comes from. When I've been loved by Christ, beyond death.
It finally comes to this: I don't nesessarily understand, but I do believe. "Believe, that you may understand", says St. Augustine. There is no other way to understand except through faith, the door by which infinity opens out to us.
Open my heart to faith in you, dear Lord.
Mary Marrocco
