Okay, an atheist walks into a Church...

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No punch line, really.  Reading recently about a young woman who, in her search, found that when she rolled the dice and investigated the outcomes honestly, she was left with no options save that God is real.  Each investigation lead her further toward where she ended up, landing finally at the steps leading into the Catholic Church.  She had two options at that point.  She could keep life as she knew it, accepting the lesser bullshit notions bolstering atheism, or she could accept Truth.  She chose, after a lifetime of atheism, to bow to Wisdom.  I don't think she has, as of yet, any idea of the depth of the pool she just stepped into.  But because she sought, and then accepted, Truth, I think she will do well on her journey.  As well as any can.

Thinking back to when the notion came, the struggles against going into the Church, the fears, the remaining resistance even through intellectual and spiritual certainty.  All of these things, and more, had to slowly be massaged.  God was the Truth and the Masseuse.  There is still fear and the natural struggle that is sin, but resistance is gone.  Faith covers most incidentals, big and small, if too, and there is time, the attempt to not simply use faith as a crutch is also there.  A discernment for reason exists.  Why is a question often asked, and the answers are sought, should the wherewithal exist.  And through time it is amazing what little answers come, through diligence, through patient application of faith, reason, and good will, or just because the question was on the list and the mind and spirit works hugely in the background.

I hope she finds peace.  I hope she finds love.  And I hope she doesn't quit seeking.  She has found the source, not the answers.  For those she will have to dig deeper.  Then again, having read some of what she has written, there is no real fear that she has ended her search.  She could move on to do significant work for God.  He does want us to know Him.  He invites it, sets it up, but doesn't just give it either.  We must seek, but then He is there, like a Father who plays better hide-and-go-seek than we, but just when we think we are abandoned, lost, weak, tired, and fear, there He is.  And we realize He was... always there.  I love that game.  Too religiously old for it now, but it brings quite fond memories.  As they said in Rome, give or take, no matter how bad these times, may you live long enough that even these times will be a fond memory.  Of course, they said it using five words or something.  Those Latin speakers were teh mensch!  :p

Oh, good morning.  Get your coffee, get your head on, get going.  Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness is an activity, like faith, not an end!  Carpe sulum diem!