The ideal of brotherhood is supposed to put everyone on equal footing. In reality, it has served as a moratorium on the cultivation of fatherly responsibility, barring everyone from the requisites for adulthood.
From the bell preceding the priest’s entry I was as engaged as I had ever been in any Mass. Only the occasional ‘oremus’ (‘let us pray’), as the priest turned to face us before returning to face the altar, reminded me where we were in the Mass. My eyes and thoughts hardly wandered during this profound and total act of worship.
We must know how to trust great literature, which invites the deployment of intense and demanding feelings. The elevation of the soul of the youth suffers in the absence of great literary works; they remain constricted in an elementary vision of the world, of feelings, of relationships between people.
In my country of Great Britain, I am worried by those Muslims who use the country’s liberties and laws to undermine our civilisation and heritage. I went on a journey across the country to understand modern British Muslim culture, but I kept one eye on the history of Islamic civilisation, too.
We should be open to receiving wholeness and beauty, open to the transcendent as it manifests in the bizarre fact of harmony, the startling presence of relationship. In this way we may manifest our oikos in all its coherence, its unity, and avoid developing the kind of resentment that would have us go about compulsively deconstructing our neighbor’s identity.