Saint Augustine coined a phrase so true to experience: “You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you.” Augustine got this idea from Psalm 62: “My soul rests in God alone.”
We hear this, we say this, we know this. And still our restless hearts keep wandering, seeking, trying everything once and some things twice in an attempt to prove Augustine mistaken. God can’t be the answer to all the questions ricocheting like pinballs through the crooked chambers of our hearts. Seriously: the response to every current global woe is to get RELIGION? Advocating religion in a secular age is like trying to sell buggy whips to electric car owners.
I fell into the deep well of religion in the late 1960s, another time when getting religion was implausible. Free love was more widely advertised than the kind you have to lay down your life for. Because of the revolution of the Second Vatican Council, some folks were exiting churches like rats from a ship. But some of us, the crazy ones, were just as desperate to climb on board.
It was like this for Anthony of the Desert. This man invented monastic life by escaping a society he deemed a shipwreck. Anthony swam away—and others followed. Only to learn that plunging into the heart of God is never an escape. It’s investing totally in the world that God so loves.
reprinted with permission from TrueQuest Communications