Sister Mary, the Devil, and Me
Well, that didn't take long. Here I have been biding my time, looking forward to the day when I could start blogging again, planning all sorts of re-entry posts about who I am now, how I have changed over the course of the year, what it feels like to have almost a complete draft of my book done, and BANG! Here I am writing about being attacked by the devil again . How apropos. It happened to Sister Mary of Ágreda , and she is a much, much more gifted writer than I will ever be. (Mainly because she understood the true nature of her gifts--they came from God, as she well knew; I still have the presumption to imagine that what I write somehow depends on me.) As she tells it in the introduction to the second part of her masterpiece, The Mystical City of God (Mystica Ciudad de Dios, first published in 1670 ) : 1. When I was ready to present before the throne of God the insignificant results of my labors in writing the first part of the most holy lif...