and gladly adopted this little book along Chapel Street.
He walks the space between one life of silence and the throbs of city-streets and daily befriends the secular world, and brings it to birth within a struggling depthing faith in Christ.
Death. Fear and uncertainty of dying young. Yet grateful for being born. I returned to familiar grounds today...
"Why was I always half-convinced I would die young? Perhaps a kind of superstition - the fear of admitting a hope of life which, if admitted, might have to be dashed. But now 'I have lived' a fair span of life and, whether or not the fact be important, nothing can alter it. It is certain, infallible - even though that too, is only a kind of dream. If I don't make it to sixty-five, it matters less. I can relax. But life is a gift I am glad of, and I do not curse the day when I was born. On the contrary, if I had never been born I would never have had friends to love and be loved by, never have made mistakes to learn from, never have seen new countries, and, as for what I may have suffered, it is inconsequential and indeed part of the great good which life has been and will, I hope, continue to be."
Thomas Merton: Daily Meditation with his Journals (2004)
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