"And only when the clear sky again looks through the broken roofs (of Cathedrals) and down upon grass and red poppies on broken walls - only then will I turn my heart again towards the places of this God."
- Friedrich Nietzsche, "Thus Spoke Zurathustra"
Many mourn the fall of Christendom, either through wails or battle cries or forwarded emails, but others celebrate it. Neitzsche and I would both fall into this latter category, though for fundamentally different reasons.
I see that now we have nowhere to hide but in Christ, and he, in our hiding, constantly pushes us out into the world in a new bravery birthed in love. Therefore the crumbling walls of cathedrals mark a time of enormous potential for a truly surrendered, and thus truly embodied, faith of boldness.
