Rediscovering the Mystery of the Heart

Is God dead, or have we believers let him die?
— Robert Francis Prevost
ENGLISH - Rediscovering the Mystery of the Heart
Susanna Tamaro
ITALIANO - Ritroviamo il Mistero del Cuore
Susanna Tamaro

Susanna Tamaro (*) - Pope Leo Shows Us the Way: Rediscovering the Mystery of the Heart.

“Peace be with you.” Those were Pope Leo XIV’s first words from the loggia of St. Peter’s on the night of his election. He did not mean the peace that is simply the absence of war. He meant the greeting of the risen Christ. How many of us still hear it that way — even among believers?

The Western world has gone horizontal. In barely thirty years, a civilization shaped over two millennia has been swept aside, and I keep asking myself how that was possible. Fewer parents bring their children to be baptized; they want the child to choose later. First Communion still happens, but mostly as a social occasion, and a child asked about the basics of the faith will usually answer in vague, borrowed phrases. Believers and nonbelievers alike now picture Christianity as a kind of nonprofit — a dispenser of kindness and services — and forget how hard, how sharp, the Gospel actually is. The Christian path has always been a slow climb toward something better, made of sacrifice and failure, of fortitude and unpopular choices, and of the conviction that Providence is watching the road.

When I try to picture what is left of all that richness, I think of a seashell — the kind we held to our ears as children, amazed that the sea was still inside. The structure of the Church is still there. Fragments of the Gospel still echo in the unconscious of a great many people. But the living, transcendent thing inside — the patient creature that had built those marvelous spirals to live within — seems to have dissolved. When the vertical died, beauty died with it: the beauty that once spoke to everyone and made us feel part of a single harmony.

“Free Under Grace,” released today by the Vatican Publishing House, speaks to exactly that absence. It calls us back to the heart as the dwelling place of the mystery within us. The book gathers a series of talks on Augustinian themes that Pope Leo XIV gave between 2001 and 2013, when he was still simply Father Robert Francis Prevost, Prior General of his order. Most of the pieces are reflections and letters to his fellow Augustinians — attempts to find new words for the challenges of the contemporary world.

What years are those? Years when the Church was still wrestling with modernity and did not yet notice that the postmodern was already on the doorstep. Since then, the postmodern has given way to the transhuman, and the word of God seems to have lost its grip in a world numbed by technology that silences every inner unease. And yet the questions Prevost raises are more urgent now than they were then. They can help anyone who feels today’s disorientation and wants to find again that thirst for truth and transcendence written into every human heart.

“People suffer from a lack of bread, but also from the attempt to live by bread alone. Loneliness and the manipulation of the masses are the contemporary threat.” He wrote that twenty years ago, and it reads like a headline. How, then, do we offer hope to a world this distracted? How do we turn empty words into a message that still lands? Above all, the future pope argues, by being honest about ourselves.

In his commentary on the Sermon on the Mount, Augustine reminds us that the impossibility of serving two masters does not push us to hate the master we refuse — it pushes us, instead, into indifference. Some of the blame for that indifference, Prevost says, falls on the Church itself, which has failed to “bring about a substantial change in concepts to help us renew our vocabulary and expressions.” He urges his fellow consecrated brothers and sisters to follow Augustine, who “in his time knew how to make himself understood and create a language capable of speaking to the heart even today.”

But does anyone still think of the heart as the center of the human person? That mysterious reality, once obvious to nearly everyone, has been thinned out by the march of technology and the confidence of a science that keeps telling us nothing in life is beyond control. We are machines, the story goes, and machines come with an instruction manual. Everything can be repaired.

Is today’s society — sliding into a desperate confusion — not a society built on the removal of the heart? Every unease gets treated as a medical symptom to be suppressed, when in fact, as Augustine saw it, that unease is the marvelous yeast that opens us to another dimension. The world of the invisible — the world that fueled our deepest questions — has been replaced by the invisibility of the internet. We trust whatever the internet tells us as if it were the only answer to our fears and doubts, and we deny the one invisible reality that actually makes us whole: the heart. The heart, Augustine never tired of saying, is where a human being grows, where truth gets sought in silence.

Is there a book more suited to our moment than Augustine’s “Confessions”? His age, like ours, was breaking apart. His fierce intelligence drove him to refine rhetoric into a tool sharp enough to cut through the tangle of his own existence. His was not the conversion of a simple soul, like those fortunate saints who walk from childhood under a light that never leaves them. His was the tormented road of an intellectual who, at a certain point, finally felt the emptiness inside him that no human knowledge would ever fill.

“The women and men of today have the same thirst for God, if not a greater one, than in past eras,” Prevost writes in these pages. “In the contemporary world, questions are growing about the meaning of human existence, the destiny of history, and transcendence. At the same time, almost in geometric proportion, volunteerism is growing — the willingness of people who care about others to generously dedicate themselves to often pioneering humanitarian efforts. This commitment is maturing precisely in the Western world, where it seems that God has less and less space every day. Is this really the case?” And then the question he puts to himself and to us: “Is God dead, or have we believers let him die? What is driving the process of secularization and de-Christianization of Western society? The lack of authenticity in our Christian life? Is this not perhaps what the Gospel, in a way, foretells: ‘But when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on earth?’”

A piercing question. Isn’t faith handed on, after all, by the contagion of a life lived fully — a life able to light up the darkest corners? Only faith can grant both the deepest participation in reality and the deepest detachment from it, and those two seemingly opposite conditions, taken together, are the fullness of the heart. That fullness is the only kind of fullness that, by its radiance, can show a way.

Reading “Places Where No One Wants to Go,” one of the essays in the book, I kept seeing the smiling face of Father Ettore Salimbeni. Father Ettore was an Augustinian missionary in Apurímac, a poor region of Peru. In the mid-1990s he wrote to ask whether I might help him buy a new horse, since his had died. The gift went through, and despite his age he was back at it, riding the most isolated paths of the Andes. He thanked me with a hand-knitted sweater I still treasure.

In a later letter, he told me he had once come face to face with a puma. The trail was narrow, a precipice yawned below, the predator stood ahead, and between predator and cliff there were two prospective meals: a man and a horse. He survived by going completely still and disappearing into prayer. After a while the cat moved on. Father Ettore embodied the Augustinian message for me. A man of action and prayer, he used the word of God to bring light wherever he went, and he became an example for every consecrated person now facing the hard task of carrying the Gospel into a world that has stopped listening.

Places no one wants to go. Words no one wants to say. A world held by a handful of tyrants. This is exactly where the great power of faith reveals itself, turning moments of crisis into moments of extraordinary opportunity — as Pope Leo XIV is showing us, with a serene steadiness, day by day.

I want to close with a prayer from Augustine’s “Soliloquies”:

“Grant me, O Lord, a heart that thinks of You; / a soul that loves You, / a mind that contemplates You, / an intellect that understands You, / a reason that clings firmly to You, / most sweetly / and wisely loves You, / O Wise Love.”

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