Now, I'm curious about my friend because he spends so much time on a blog with which he vehemently disagrees. Strange. I occasionally comment on an unfriendly blog when I'm searching for something, but rarely sign up or return to see the reaction. It's predictable, why bother? But my anonymous friend comes back again and again and again to launch the same old attack against me. What's the point?
Awhile back I decided to pray a Hail Mary or a Memorare for him whenever he leaves a comment.
I've totted up quite a few at this point so I know he has Mary's attention and probably did already. Those who are most vehement in supporting evil are closer to God than the lukewarm, after all.
I believe my friend is fleeing the Hound of Heaven big time. Whenever he hears those "strong feet that followed, followed after," he puts on a burst of energy. But God never gives up and, like St. Augustine says, "our hearts are restless until they rest in [Him]." Anonymous is bashing his head against a brick wall (Scripture and Catholic tradition which compose the deposit of the faith). It's futile and hopeless. He can't win a fight with God. And that's who he has a problem with, not me. He doesn't like God's teaching as promulgated by the Church he founded. I think his frenzy over my blog comes from his hostility toward a truth that conflicts with his desires. And so he attacks the messenger.
I try to speak the truths of the Church because that's what Christians are called to do. I know I don't do it very well which is why I go to Confession frequently. We are apostles, witnesses to a culture immersed in evil and we must blow the warning trumpet or be condemned ourselves. The angry response of those stung by the truth is no surprise. Look what they did to the martyrs.
Despite Anonymous' attack on my Christianity, I love him in the Catholic sense of wanting his ultimate good. I refuse to tickle his ears to make him "feel good" and be more conformed to the world. In the words of St. Thomas More I want the two of us to "meet merrily in heaven." I have no idea of the state of his soul, but I know that certain sins are grievous and they are the sins he champions.
Please join with me in praying for my anonymous friend, that he turns to face the Hound of Heaven. We are all sinners and I certainly spent time fleeing from those pursuing feet. But what a joy when one finally turns and faces the "bruit" and hears His words of love:
|Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest Me!||160|
|Strange, piteous, futile thing!|
|Wherefore should any set thee love apart?|
|Seeing none but I makes much of naught’ (He said),|
|‘And human love needs human meriting:|
|How hast thou merited—||165|
|Of all man’s clotted clay the dingiest clot?|
|Alack, thou knowest not|
|How little worthy of any love thou art!|
|Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee,|
|Save Me, save only Me?||170|
|All which I took from thee I did but take,|
|Not for thy harms,|
|But just that thou might’st seek it in My arms.|
|All which thy child’s mistake|
|Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home:||175|
|Rise, clasp My hand, and come!’|
|Halts by me that footfall:|
|Is my gloom, after all,|
|Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?|
|‘Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,||180|
|I am He Whom thou seekest!|
|Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest Me.’|