"Faith." We use this word so often. Yet most of us haven't given much thought to what it means.
I enjoyed browsing through a bunch of definitions of faith submitted by commenters to a New York Times online piece.
This is the first submission.
This is the second submission.
Reality is wrong. Other people are wrong. Why can’t they see what I see? It’s all about failures to re-interpret one’s original misinterpretation of experience. Faith is blind,
and that’s a problem.
Faith is not calm, it is heated, sure of itself, and prone to be unrealistic.
And this is the third, which led me to a short essay (and recording) that stimulated me to title this post the way I did.
Dude is a Franciscan who acknowledged that faith is not knowing what you can’t know… and being okay with it. Perhaps the opposite of so many that we consider to be Faithful today.
Seriously, please give it a listen.
I did. Along with a simultaneous read. And liked what the Catholic priest had to say. Nicely churchless, though coming from a churched guy.
Here's Richard Rohr's concluding words:
They are utterly humbled before mystery. They are in awe before the abyss of it all, in wonder at eternity and depth, and a Love, which is incomprehensible to the mind. It is a litmus test for authentic God experience, and is — quite sadly — absent from much of our religious conversation today.
My belief and comfort is in the depths of Mystery, which should be the very task of religion.