Friday, April 10, 2009

bittersweet 16

I asked Serena what I should write about Sophie, and she said, "Um, she's cool... and pretty ... and nice ... and sixteen?"

Perhaps that is all there is to say about her today. It sums up everything, and yet it feels inadequate. Sixteen years ago today she made me a mother. And the absolutely marvelous thing is that she is herself. She has talent and grace and insight that I've never had. Where did these things come from? If I had any doubt that God exists, Sophie would be all the proof I need that he doesn't merely exist, but he rules every moment that happens and rules with a tenderness that is beyond anything anyone can imagine.

Happy birthday, my dear.

3 comments:

clairity said...

Happy birthday Sophie! She's gorgeous.

Dcn Scott Dodge said...

Hear, hear to Sharon's comment. Besides, being "pretty cool" is high praise from a sister!

Suzanne said...

Thanks so much, my friends. Our way of the cross was even more beautiful this year!

Dumbstruck by the Mystery

...our temptation is always to impose our prejudices or our measure on reality -- except when we are faced with a fact that leaves us dumbstruck, and instead of dominating the fact ourselves, we are dominated, overcome by it. If there were no moments of this kind, the Mystery could do anything, but in the end, we would reduce everything to the usual explanation. But not even a Nobel Prize winner can stop himself from being dumbstruck before an absolutely gratuitous gesture. If there were not these moments, we would find answers, explanations, and interpretations to avoid being struck by anything. It is good that some things happen that we cannot dominate, then we have to take them seriously, and this is the great question of philosophy. If the conditions for the possibility of knowledge (see Kant) impose themselves on reality or if there is something that is so powerfully disproportionate that it does not let itself be "grasped" by the conditions of possibility, then the horizon opens. If this were not the case, then we could dominate everything and be in peace, or at least without drama. Instead, not even the intelligence of a Nobel Prize winner could prevent him from coming face-to-face with a fact that made him dumbstruck -- instead of dominating, it was he who was dominated. Here begins the drama, because I am called to answer. It is the drama that unfolds between us and the Mystery, through certain facts, certain moments, in which the Mystery imposes itself with this evidence. These are facts that we cannot put in our pocket, which we cannot reduce to antecedent factors.
-- Julian Carron in "Friends, that is, Witnesses."