Doubt

Novena #9

Caravaggio got this right.
The seeds of doubt lie in our flesh.
The flesh is poor ground for the rose
of faith.
We lust, we grow old, we die, all in our bodies.
Our entire lives are one long betrayal by the flesh that covers our bones.
So for one man, one angry doubting man, to regain his faith
by pushing his flesh into another man's flesh is a miracle.
Doubt is the forge in which our faith is tempered.