An underlying topic for me for the last three years has been a high respect and love for Catholic writers. Dante obviously, if anyone has kept up with the blog. But Walker Percy and Graham Greene. I haven’t read anything by Graham Greene until this week.
What I especially love about these three authors is the awareness of the human heart, intellect and will. It is weak, wounded, and treacherous, and mostly disordered. Human being’s capacity for sin is unchanging. It is the same as it has ever been.
The book I am currently reading is an almost exact reflection and retelling of recent events that have occurred. What I have learned is that every human being is similar. We are mysteries in that we don’t fully understand the inworkings of heart, mind, soul, spirit, brain and body. But the simple reality of the human being is disordered, distorted loves. Harm toward others, intentional or unintentional. Our wills weak. We are wounded beings.
But a writer only writes truth–well, a good writer anyway. But the beauty of Catholic writers is the reality of hope. Not a wish that all will be well. But the hope that people, a person will be redeemed, though he or she fall no matter how painfully or how far. Redemption is going back to the beginning as Professor Mazzotta has pointed out. What is the beginning? Well, the return to things before sin–the Edenic return. That is more eschatological. But in the temporal, it’s a return to following Christ–returning to following the will of God.
This is what the Divine Comedy is about, what Walker Percy writes about and Grahame Greene. A conviction to return to the One who forever haunts us. Who we see everywhere but choose to ignore or delay in returning to. Augustine said, “Make me holy, but not yet.”
But God will have His way or we will. I suppose it depends on our will and Providence.