Postby forestwalker » September 11th, 2009, 2:09 pm
Sitting in my car in the parking structure after arriving at work trying to figure out what country could possibly be capable of bombing us. I first learned of the attack when I turned on the car radio in the middle of the disc jockey talking to his wife on her cell who happened to be in Manhattan on business and her running through the streets away from some kind of attack and telling him about explosions and debris and ash falling from buildings all around her and then screaming terrified about seeing more planes coming and then the line going dead. The context of what was happening soon became clear, of course. Oddly, though, realizing it was a terrorist attack came as something of a relief after thinking we were under some kind of full-scale military assault.
For the truth that lies at the heart of theology is not something there to be discovered, but something, or rather someone, to whom we must surrender. The mystery of faith is not ultimately something that invites our questioning, but something that questions us.
Andrew Louth, Discerning the Mystery