Today, I was reminded by the essence of time when I glanced through the book Christ The Lord: The Road to Cana by Anne Rice. Contrary to popular belief that Anne Rice is only good in writing vampire stories, her two-book series about the young Jesus left a profound mark in my journey as a Catholic.
You have to admit, internalizing the Gospels by Matthew, Mark, Luke and John is no easy feat. Reading, well, reading can be accomplished by anyone. Understanding the language, yes to a certain extent we are able to comprehend what they are trying to tell us. But when we take it all in, relate it to our own personal joys and struggles.. It may not be as easy as it seems. That is probably why we have Homilies during mass. These are words which should not be taken too literally. It takes a certain kind of magic for us to be able to really understand the purpose and being of the words which are presented to us.
These two books were written by one who also struggled with her Catholic faith. (Though last I heard, she was lying low from Catholicism for a while). This doesn’t mean that these books have lost their moving power. I appreciate her effort of redeeming herself, time and again, by writing these books. This was written on the first page:
“Based on the Gospels and on the most respected New Testament scholarship, The Road to Cana derives its power from the profound feeling Anne Rice brings to the writing and the way in which she summons up the presence of Jesus.”
It affords to us a glimpse of what Jesus may have been like before beginning his ministry, His response to the Call, and how he struggled through it as a man destined to be someone nobody else can be.
It is not the greatness that Shakespeare has written in his plays, neither is it the greatness that Uncle Ben Parker may be referring to. It is the greatness of the One who contemplated in the garden one evening and formed these words in his thoughts: I let my mind go before me. It went where the man could not go.