The Church: a body so diverse, so manifold, often so divided, that one struggles to define her, to see her face. If I seek a glimpse of her, where will I find her? asks theologian Henri de Lubac, S.J.
In these reflections written at the end of Vatican II, de Lubac--who played a key role at the Council yet was leery of rapid reform--searches out the wrinkled, mysterious beauty of the Church he loves as his mother.
The Catholic Church is such a paradox, a unity of opposites, that many are scandalized--a fact from which de Lubac does not shrink: I am told that she is holy, yet I see her full of sinners.... I am assured that she is universal, ... yet so often I note that her members, as if by fate, huddle timidly together in closed enclaves, just like human beings everywhere. But her distinctive beauty, when he beholds it, leaves him floored, this beauty most rare, most improbable, most disconcerting ... not the complete achievement of human perfection, ... but a strange and supernatural beauty opening unknown vistas to me.
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