Reading Marilynne Robinson’s book of essays When I Was a Child I Read Books, I’m met by someone who is thinking deeply about society and attempting to bridge the chasm between society/science/materialism and faith. She is not pushing ideologies that must be believed, but is rather creating pathways into conversation, raising questions that people aren’t asking, and populating a renewed community.
Here are some tidbits of her writing. Enjoy.
- We inhabit, we are part of, a reality for which explanation is much too poor and small. (7)
- There is at present a dearth of humane imagination for the integrity and mystery of other lives. (45)
- I think of the acts of comfort offered and received within a household as precisely sacramental. (93)
- In these two narratives (Christmas, Easter) narrative fractures the continuity of history. . . . At the same time they have created a profound continuity. (127)
- There is . . . the urge, driven by righteousness and indignation, to conform reality to theory. (152)
- . . . we should cease and desist from reductionist, in effect invidious, characterizations of humankind. (158)
- . . . moment by moment, every one of us experiences, along with the whole of the cosmos this great mystery of being, this great unfolding of ineluctable, irreversible time. (185)