Pie And Heresy

This has been a most interesting break. After an uneventful flight, I landed myself into the fullness of events. It has been nonstop, but nonstop in that way that is relaxing. I know, it's odd, but it's true. Most true things are odd.

Juxtaposed to (or is the idiom, with?) the familiar sights, sounds, people, I have explored new thoughts and ideas. I read G.K. Chesterton's Orthodoxy, and he said something very interesting in it, which goes like such:

People have fallen into a foolish habit of speaking of orthodoxy as something heavy, humdrum, and safe. There never was anything so perilous or so exciting as orthodoxy. It was sanity: and to be sane is more dramatic than to be mad . . . The orthodox Church never took the tame course or accepted the conventions; the orthodox Church was never respectable . . . It is easy to be a madman: it is easy to be a heretic. It is always easy to let the age have its head; the difficult thing is to keep one's own.

And again, he wrote:

I did try to found a heresy of my own; and when I had put the last touches to it, I discovered that it was orthodoxy.

I feel like this. Because I continue to dialogue, read, pray, think, and work through my 'heresies' as I have affectionately daubed them (to my own flippancy, which Chesterson also remarks on quite a bit), I am discovering that these thoughts are not new, and are not unorthodox. I have traditions of the Church, acts of Christ, theological debates, and just common sense backing me up. And that is encouraging.

This break from school has been good. I am returning a little different. I guess we all are. But for the better, I will assume. I will hope. This dialogue will continue, this journey, this flame quivering on the candle of life, burning ever nearer to the wick. It's late. I wax poetic. I apologize. Good night, friends, and good luck.