Can you guess the reason that I’ve got a keyboard gathering dust in my parents’ attic, a drum set doing the same in their spare room, a fiddle languishing in my closet, and a duduk slowly drying in my dresser?

I’ll give you a hint — it’s the same reason I can read the Cyrillic alphabet but can’t speak a word of Russian, can pronounce German passably but couldn’t conjugate sein to save my life, and have no fewer than three half-begun short stories, not to mention the half-conceptualized novels, sitting in my desk drawer.

Answer: it’s so thrilling to start something! But continuing, Not so much.

It’s like setting out on a hike. At the end there’s the clearing and the vista, everything spread out in front of you. At the beginning you have the sense of adventure, freshness, anticipation. At both beginning and end you have access, somehow, to the true nature of the thing: you see into the joy at the heart of it.

But in the middle: slogging past one damn tree after another. Forget adventure, a soft bed will do. What was this for, again?

So, yes, adventure is difficult — which is to say, life is difficult — but not only in the sense of involving strenuous effort. Any strenuous thing is easy if you have enough love in your heart; and love is easy, too, when you have vision, when you are able to see plainly the beauty of the beloved.

But there is a moment in every love when you suddenly look around and say: What was this for? Why bother?

This happened to me during Kung Fu the other night, right when the stretching stopped and the kicking was about to start. What was I doing? Why should I care about perfect form, or strength, or grace? Why did I think it was worth it to stretch and stretch and stretch my body just so I could — what? Kick myself in the forehead?

What kind of an idiot aspires to be able to kick himself in the forehead?

Or: what kind of an idiot follows a God who’s invisible and unhearable? Or: what kind of an idiot stays with a husband she can’t stand? Or: what kind of an idiot struggles to renounce, and keep renouncing, something most of the world wouldn’t even blink at?

Like any temptation worth its salt, this one disguises itself as plainest reality. You will seem to yourself to have woken up, to have seen past the sentiment and the romance to the plain reality of the thing: my wife, my vocation, my God — none of these are worth loving. Tricked again, and life is boring after all — and most boring here, right at the heart of what I thought was It, the very Thing Itself, my marriage, my vocation, my faith.

Lies! We, not truth, are changeable. We can only see the light of truth the way we see the sun through the trees on a windy day. Like Jill and Eustace, we see the truth plainly enough while we are speaking with Aslan — but when we descend into the world, the vision becomes a fool’s dream.

Because life is the opposite of a mirage: ordinary daily things are always more real, more alive, than they look up close. Seen from far off, life blazes; approached, it cools and fades.

But not always. There are the 99 times when we go before the Blessed Sacrament and seem to ourselves to be, O foolishness, kneeling down before a piece of bread. But the 100th time, we know that we are prostrating ourselves before the beating heart of a God, the heart of life, the heart of song.

And this 100th time is enough to carry us through the next 99, if we remember. The remembering is called faith.

For now we see in a mirror dimly; but then, face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.

16 Comments on “Antimirage”

  1. Eric says:

    Echoes–not accidental, methinks–of Screwtape here, on the topic of the “real.”

    We do well to remember, during those 99 times, Screwtape’s warning to Wormwood: “Our cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending, to do our Enemy’s will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.”

    1. “I have never concealed the fact that I regard [C. S. Lewis] as my master; indeed I fancy I have never written a [post] in which I did not quote from him.”

      Heh heh.

      1. Eric says:

        Full geek-out in 3…2…1…

        So how much MacDonald have you read? I’m always pushing people toward Sir Gibbie, since almost nobody seems even to have heard of it.

        At any rate, I wouldn’t be on the threshold of entering the Catholic Church if not, I think, for Lewis. I look forward to thanking him someday.

      2. Amy says:

        You are a fantastic writer. I remember attending one of your talks when I was a senior at FUS. You are such an inspiration to more people than you know!

        1. Thanks! But I’ve never given a talk at Steubie.

  2. Lauren says:

    This just described what I’ve been going through in my faith a bit. Thanks so much for posting, it really helps!

  3. Devra says:

    Wow! Very, very beautiful!

  4. Perpetua says:

    Love This!

  5. Gabriel says:

    Reminds me of a bit from the movie ‘Sabrina’ (the remake, with Harrison Ford and Greg Kinnear, is better than the Bogart/Hepburn version):

    Linus: You studied law, but you never took the bar. You studied business, I can’t get you inside the office. You’ve studied languages you don’t speak, instruments you don’t play. You have a series of girlfriends you never see more than twice. Do you not see a pattern here!
    David: What’s your point, Linus?
    Linus: You’re a grown man, David. Finish something.

    Always stings a bit. Nice spur for my writing, at least.

  6. Lori says:

    WOW. That so perfectly expresses a Truth that is hard to grasp sometimes, and hard to see when you’re in the midst of it. It almost cost me my marriage because of my own blindness to it. Thank you brother for another great post.

  7. Ben says:

    Fantastic post! You make my day happier, and you witness to Jesus Christ. Now I want to go to adoration, so thank you!! ^_^

  8. Tara S says:

    That is exactly what it is – when I’m walking around with ashes in my mouth and under my feet. “I don’t care. I remember the truth, even if I can’t see it.” Nothing can take away the remembering, and it gets me through until the seeing comes back.

  9. Amanda says:

    Thank you for writing this, it really hits home today.

  10. Jamie says:

    Proverbs 29:18
    Without vision, the people perish.

  11. Charity M. says:

    You are such a fantastic writer!

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