perles, babioles, audace

We have just finished reading the Gospel of John, which we began at the beginning of our 21-day fast. It is clear that those who think highly of Jesus as a great teacher, a man of loving heart, but refuse for even a moment to consider the possibility of his divinity have clearly never penetrated to the heart of this precious Gospel. But what about those who are supposed to believe him? What about our propensity to be easily intimidated by the cult of relativity and the rejection of the absolute that Christ represents?

How can Christians believe what they say they believe and not dare to say it? What about those who have found the pearl of great value but are content to admire the trinkets since everyone wears them and pearls are no longer fashionable?

Proselytism, the word that scares, and that locks the average Christian into silence and shameful indifference in the face of those who really need someone to say that there is a meaning to life, there is more than the material and the immediate, God, Christ, faith = reality.

For the past year, I have been increasingly distressed by what I see as the daily expression of faith, which no longer consists of going out and proclaiming the good news to all nations, but of acquiring the maximum comfort for oneself. How did we get here?