Thursday, January 8, 2009
The Catholic school I went to when I was five demanded faith. Faith out of the catechism's dogma, with its constant threat of hell.
But faith can only happen from within. Faith in God is faith that God especially wants something from you, that there is a particular “living right,” a wanted path of
action, as opposed to arbitrariness, especially designed for you. It is like
the prince killing the dragon, or Aurora singing in the woods. It is like
the searched for inevitability with which Sleeping Beauty’s numbered
stickers should follow one another to completion, in the sticker-book
that was launched right after the movie, in Rio de Janeiro.
Like charms created by the Disney industry, those little squares of
paper were swapped between my younger brother and I, passing from
one avid set of little ﬁngers to the other, as a transcendental mission
behind the torrential, shield-like rain that had my dreaded school
providentially called oﬀ on that unforgettable morning.
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