Sooner or later, everybody struggles with disillusionment. It might be because your bishop or priest is a screwup, a disgrace or a pervert. It might be because you entered the Church, brimming with zeal and love for Jesus and the Faith — only to discover that the nun who seems to run your parish (there’s only a priest there every other week) resents the Church, belittles the Faith, and treats you like an ignorant hick because you take seriously and delight in the Church’s teachings.
Or maybe you have a hero who lost his faith or sinned gravely. Maybe you are a student who took the Faith for granted and are now at a Catholic university where the prof delights in deconstructing the Faith (he calls it the “fundamentalism”) of freshmen who take Church teaching seriously.
Maybe you are somewhere in middle age and have begun to wonder, “Is that all there is? Work, buy, consume, die? I thought there would be more.”
In sum, maybe you are facing the fact that some hope you had, somebody you deeply believed in, some cause to which you gave yourself, some supposedly self-evident truth about the universe isn’t so true after all, and the glow of promise you felt in your younger (and what you are tempted to call your “more naïve”) days has dimmed, leaving you asking whether the Faith is a cheat and a fraud. You are struggling with disillusionment, disappointment, and the whole complex of disorientation, discouragement, fear, doubt, anger and depression that goes with it. What do you do?
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Go now and do something about that disillusionment.