Maybe the problem of my middle-age plateau is spiritual, then? But I’m doing all the “right” things—praying, weekly Mass and Holy Hours, daily Rosary, almsgiving, giving God His due—and still not progressing in any discernable degree of holiness. Shouldn’t I have learned to love better by now? Become less of a judgmental and catty person? Been transformed into a discernable light on a hill that people see and say, “now
this is a Christian”? Coming to terms with marrying the wrong person or choosing the wrong career is one thing; realizing you’re probably never going to join the ranks of the canonized saints despite all your hopes and best efforts is another.
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