I have heard that the brilliant scholar, author and lecturer Joseph Campbell was a devout Catholic despite the fact that he constantly questioned religious dogma.
Joe was an expert in comparative mythologies. The origins of belief, the impetus that drove mankind to figure it all out and the similar threads that seemed to underlie our need to give meaning to the unknown.
It is my understanding that although his research was academic and seemingly at odds with the mysteries of faith he did not let his intellect rule his heart.
I thought of this on Holy Thursday as I found myself unexpectedly and thoroughly moved while accepting 'the body and blood of Christ' during our communion service. Here I am with my healthy disdain & outright sarcasm for certain aspects of organized religion but when these moments arise, I feel.
Something. A peace. A reassurance. A connection. A power. Even as I question the whole process I can be moved to tears and awe.
And it pleases me.