Wrestling with God
Each year at this time as our Year 12 students graduate and prepare to move beyond the walls of Loreto Normanhurst I wonder where their path will take them – spiritually, religiously. They will each find their way and make their own choice. But one thing I do pray for them – and I always talk to my class about this – is that they may indeed engage in the conversation, the soul-searching, the argument, that they may listen to the whispers in their heart as much as to the voices around them, that they may never walk away disinterested – I pray that they may wrestle with God. And that, dare I say, as the old ascetic in the story below says, that they may lose.
“Working up courage, I entered the cave and proceeded toward the voice. The ascetic was curled up on the ground. He had raised his head, and I was able in the half-light to make out his face as it gleamed in the depths of unutterable beatitude … . I did not know what to say, where to begin … “
Ms Kerry McCullough
Dean of Mission