Monday, February 02, 2009


From Carlo Carretto, The God Who Comes.

How baffling you are, oh Church, and yet how I love you!

How you have made me suffer, and yet how much I owe you!

I should like to see you destroyed, and yet I need your presence.

You have given me so much scandal and yet you have made me understand sanctity.

I have seen nothing in the world more devoted to obscurity, more compromised, more false, and I have touched nothing more pure, more generous, more beautiful. How often I have wanted to shut the doors of my soul in your face, and how often I have prayed to die in the safety of your arms.

No, I cannot free myself from you, because I am you, although not completely.

And where should I go?

Where, indeed?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

was it not Augustine who said" the church is a whore, but she is my mother."?
I am trying to figure out why "church" is so hard.