Faith my eyes

When I was reading some articles about Millions to help Mike write questions for the discussion, I ran across a few that said that the writer, Frank Cottrell Boyce, was influenced by an interview in which Martin Scorsese said that a book that had inspired him was Six O’Clock Saints by Joan Windham. During one of my many viewings of the movie, I noticed that Damian reads it, too. I decided that I wanted to read it, too, so I checked the library catalog. Nada. Then I checked Amazon. Out of print. I checked Abebooks, at which time I realized that if I wanted to own a copy of the book, it would cost almost $200 (which made me really lament the copy that Damian was carrying around). I did an ILL. $1.51, baby, straight from UNCW. I read it last night, and I can definitely see why they found it inspiring. The way that it’s written would be very exciting to a kid like Damian. I didn’t necessarily agree with the way that everything was presented, but the writing style was very engaging, and the stories were accessible and real. I wanted to read bits of it to Mike, but he was studying, so I didn’t get to share all of it with him. I wouldn’t mind owning a copy . . . maybe it’ll be reprinted one day.

I was thinking about saints over the weekend, too. When I was at Susan’s house, I got to hold baby Madeleine, and as I was doing that I thought about another interview I read for Millions in which Danny Boyle was talking about kids and belief:

Wordsworth, in one of his poems he talks about childbirth. You’re born from the sea, and as you walk up the shore, you know where you’ve come from, and you can see your Creator. But once language (your ability to describe things) arrives, you’ve just come over the brow of the hill. And you look back and you can’t see it anymore.

Before the point of language arriving, you’re still in touch with your source. When you look at babies, there’s something in their eyes sometimes. They look over your shoulder sometimes, and they’re looking at something. And you look back, but you’ve lost it. And you think, “What are they looking at?” So I think there is something in that.

Madeleine kept looking at things we couldn’t see, and we were talking about what she could possibly be looking at, and I thought, “She sees the saints! I bet St. Peter was telling her something!” hehe.

Seriously, though, I think that he might be right, that there’s something in that. I talked a few days ago about losing unself-consciousness as we age, and I think there are lots of areas where we trade innocence for the “sophistication” of the world. I thought about that as I was holding Madeleine, and even though I don’t know her or her mom very well, I prayed that as she grows up, she won’t lose the ability to see with eyes of faith.

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