“…..it’s possible that our horizons have become too broad, and that real spiritual breakthroughs require a kind of narrowing — the decision to pick a path and stick with it, rather than hopscotching around in search of a synthesis that ‘works for me.’”
My sentiments exactly. That explains a lot of the reason for my return to the Catholic church. I found myself unattracted to the Greatest Hits approach to spirituality, and tired of the voyeuristic dilettantism of seekers cruising along some kind of spiritual smorgasbord and helping themselves to a little of this and a dab of that, then issuing invitations to sample their fare (“Have you tried this?”) and following up with testimonials (“It really works!”).
What does that even mean??
I tear at my hair and run screaming down the street. I flee from the McSpiritual and claw my way back to something that makes sense in light of the life I was born into.
Surprise-- it’s not an ashram in
I mean have I ever truly looked at Catholicism? No. Not since my years with the nunnie-bunnies. It’s time. Time for the grownup version. Surely it's not really about a talking snake in a tree.
Hence my interest.