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This morning I received an email from a friend reporting that Fr. Ron Rolheiser, whose writings on our holy longing/restless hearts have immeasurably consoled and sustained me, has devoted his most recent column to my book SHIRT OF FLAME: A YEAR WITH ST. THÉRÈSE OF LISIEUX.
Though my blog receives about two page views a day and his I’m sure two million, I’ll refrain from posting the piece in full and direct you to his site. It will also appear in his WORLD-WIDE SYNDICATED COLUMN next week.
The piece begins:
They say that the book you most need to read finds you when you most need to read it. I’ve had that experience many times, most recently with Heather King’s book, Shirt of Flame, A Year with Saint Therese of Lisieux.
The title of the book is borrowed from T. S. Eliot’s, Four Quartets, where he famously suggests that Love itself, God, is behind the torment we often feel in our fiery desires and that the burning we feel there is an “intolerable shirt of flame.”
King writes this book from a fiery context within her own life: She is a free-lance journalist and writer, single, divorced, an alcoholic in recovery, reconciling some darkness in her past, dealing with a paralyzing obsession because the man she is in love with will not respond to her, risking the financial stability of a career in law for the insecurity of being a free-lance writer, and struggling with the sense of being an outsider to normal family, marriage, and community, an orphan at all the banquets of life. And so she sets off for a year to immerse herself in one of the most intriguing saints of all time, Therese of Lisieux, in an attempt is to see whether Therese might be a moral and spiritual compass by which to sort out her own life. The result is a powerful, deeply insightful, adult, book.
Me, adult? There MUST be a God!
A thousand thanks to Fr. Rolheiser for taking the time and effort to give my humble offering a deep read.
|ST. ELIZABETH OF HUNGARY