Motherly Love and Christian Piety

While reading Augustine’s Confessions this summer I, as he wanted his reader to do, found myself comparing my struggles, doubts, triumphs, and story to Augustine’s.

In one sense, his life is very relatable. Running from God in selfishness. Hiding our sins in shame. Turning our hearts stubbornly away from truth but instead towards pet sins as they slowly devour us from the inside. And finally, breathlessly, in dizzying relief, spinning around to find Him there, gently pursuing us.

It was all there. The Christian life. The history of sin, initial conversion, and daily struggle.

There was one thing, however, that was nagging at me. Yes, although with his own words Augustine was confessing to be just like us – the foremost sinner (1 Tim. 10:15), there was still something that I couldn’t quite relate to. Augustine is viewed as a hero of the faith, a leader in theology and philosophy, and in many traditions, a saint. I am not these things. I never will be these things. I am a daughter of the King, champion of the Kingdom, and warrior against the evil forces in this world, but the odds are, I will never recognized in any significant way by the Church. Continue reading “Motherly Love and Christian Piety”

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