and we like it. But why? It can be lonely, it is far from telephones, internet and television (don”t mind that, really.)
Some of it is in response to a lifelong escape fantasy, probably, that Robinson Crusoe dream of being master of all we survey. It is more than that, though, for it is place where, as T.S. Eliot wrote, “Prayer has been effective.” It is a prayer palace, two tiny rooms as they are! Without distraction, I can focus on my prayer life, on menaingful conversation with God, with the inklings He puts in my heart that I am to ponder and to follow.
The Church is not being what we need, as far as the institution goes. But the Body of Christ! Oh, amazing and glorious! They are praying for us, helping us, supporting us in Christian love! We are uplifted by their outreach for their fallen angels.
I was given a vision lately. I was praying for peaceful sleep, for benign dreams, but the Lord gave me this: The Church is a ruined city, Jerusalem plundered and burned, her people taken away. I was standing in a broken watchtower, the little branch of the Church where I was ordained, and I looked across the once fertile plain to devastation. And yet, we can pray with the psalmist, with Isaiah, and with the whole Diaspora of the faithful, that the new Jerusalem will be realized. Maranatha, and amen!