I have yet to read von Balthasar’s whole book, “Heart of the World,” but this one chapter has been enough to ease my soul for a number of years. It is Jesus speaking to His church. I read it at the height of the American scandals (Massachusetts) and I was a basket case by the end. A thankful mess. Cried my heart out. He’s GOT this.
When someone has caused me to feel down — be they some other religion, none, or a skewed form of my own — by ravaging my beloved Church Who is modeled on Mary Ever Virgin and literally bears the very Heart of the world, Who has put the holiest people on earth into my immediate surroundings — all of which I can hardly speak well enough to, or I’d have done so by now! — I come back to this.
And you can bet it’s one reason I love Jesuits! Always, the Jesuits — making me nod. Indeed, a re-reading doesn’t make me cry — that was just that once. For all the years since that horrible night, it makes me nod. I nod, “Amen.”
I realized the other day that I had not seen one word of news about Pope Francis for many months! I knew its reason right away: the U.S. media have a DC darling who gives them fodder (well, hay — ugly, blighty hay) for print even all through the night.
The Pope used to be at least the media’s anti-darling, i.e., “Look what he’s done NOW!” It would be (controversially) good for a few blurbs and many comments.
The Pope doesn’t give out hay. We can agree or disagree about what we think he has done, but he gives out bread. That is inarguable.
(And we may not all agree, but I can’t help but think we’re in that time of the ages mentioned in Scripture when bad is called good, and good is called bad.. I have always been able to tell the difference. If only the MAGA-ites could.)