It’s Sunday. A day of rest, a religious day for Christians. I used to be a regular church goer, but not so often these days. Somewhere along the road I became cynical about organized religion. I consider myself a cultural Catholic, having been baptized in the faith, even practiced it for around 67 years. While I still like the tradition, the imagery and most of the people, I became disillusioned with the institution. It started with the child abuse scandals. I understand that predators, being the creatures they are, go to where they are most likely to find their prey. What I cannot understand is a hierarchy of supposedly sound moral character covering up the carnage that these predators wrought. The wolf is let loose in the pen and savages the lambs,while the shepherd looks away. The shepherds responsibility is to safeguard the flock.
I was reading “The Heart of Creation” by John Main and came across an interesting word. One of the stumble blocks to meditation is acedia. John Main describes acedia as a fairly complex psychological concept containing the notions of boredom, dryness, lack of satisfaction, a feeling of hopelessness, of not making progress.
Wikipedia describes it as a state of listlessness or torpor, of not caring or not being concerned with one’s position or condition in the world. It can lead to a state of being unable to perform one’s duties in life. Its spiritual overtones make it related to but arguably distinct from depression. Acedia was originally noted as a problem among monks and other ascetics who maintained a solitary life. Is there an answer to acedia?
I think I’ll leave it there. I’m trying to keep my blogs short.