Isn’t It Romantic?
It is dangerous to associate oneself with the term “romantic,” lest one be labeled a sentimental fool, a Don Juan, Taugenichts or a heretic from someone’s orthodoxy; I do, however, reluctantly claim the epithet. From childhood, in my earliest memories, I apprehended, although I certainly did not comprehend, that God, who is wholly other, was nevertheless, paradoxically, immanent in nature – the cosmic order. I thus developed a sense of awe which anticipated an impending encounter. As I matured, I came to understand, that nature was therefore a mediator, a sacramental element between God and man. It was at a...