Thursday, November 3, 2011
Missionary for a moment
I was eating/studying over lunch with a classmate, and he asked this toward the end of the break. I wondered why he had to ask: I wear a San Damiano crucifix, I've blasted the entire medical school with two emails about the Catholic Medical Association, and I had blessed my food in front of him. I supposed that he was just speaking for the sake of something to say. But after he got my happy "yes," he kept going.
"What do you think of the pope?"
What do I think of the pope?? He's my vicar, my father, my teacher, my superior.... "What do you mean?" I asked him.
We talked about the pope for a little while, touching on authority, succession, and publicity. I tried my best to listen although I was bursting at the seams to say lots of theological stuff! It was fortunate that I held my tongue, because we stopped talking about the pope when my classmate got to the heart of the issue: faith and knowledge. How can you assert something without being able to prove it?
I was able to answer that question, goofing at first but then growing more simple and less scholastic. I told him that not everything that is not rational is irrational; not everything that is not natural is unnatural. And he actually seemed to be thinking about what I said.
Histology was our next class and we are in different labs, so we parted after my few sentences. But I was a missionary for a moment. (As an aside: thank goodness I am not a full-time missionary. I sort of shrivel up at the thought!) How wonderful; I hope I was a good tool.