Romantic Faith

The great saints, their stories unfolded for them just the way it does when I read them, right? With a beginning, a middle, and an end.

It is so easy to feel nostalgia over what has already happened. What I read in books are sermons, stories, all completed. What I see in front of me is the messiness of people with names and stories of their own. I see struggle and I see gray area. There is nothing romantic about the gray area.

I am searching for this faith that is romantic, that comes with certainty of meaning, of purpose, of future. Less a far-reaching desert and more a foggy European street. A faith that satisfies my worldly predisposition toward the ideal.

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