Faith is the grounded expectation of results not yet seen. It should not be believing in things which "you know ain't so" as Samuel Clemens wittily puts it. Naive faith needs to be replaced as soon as possible by informed and grounded faith. To those who have been given much, much is demanded. The simple can be excused a simple faith. The intelligent and "wise" would fail if they stopped here. The simple expect that the sun will rise each morning. The intelligent explore the mysteries of induction and the regularities of orbital mechanics and his expectation of the morning sunrise is better grounded. The simple barnyard chicken expects that each day will be like those before and so has no anticipation of the fall slaughter. The wise man knows that death comes for us all, and can know and plan for that end. And so like children we must trust that God is beneficent and come trustingly, but as those with wisdom we must have grounded hope lest we fall into delusions and trust that which is not trustworthy.
Schopenhauer says that compassion is the foundation of morality. Is love at the heart of the universe? Schopenhauer would say that the will is the "thing in itself", the true reality as it is even if we see only its phenomenal representations. The will is the eternal cry "I am!"- the choice of existence over nonexistence, of growth over diminishment. This gives rise to struggle, invasion, the devouring of the weak by the strong, to Schopenhauer's definition of evil in the taking/invading the ego space of another in order to expand your own. This would seem to argue that Love is absent from the "thing in itself" and is foreign to the world as will and representation. Only in the repudiation of the will, in the realms of art, music and asceticism can we know anything approaching compassion and love. Asceticism, the denial of self- is there here a clue to escaping the Schopenhauerean pessimism? I think so, and note that what is said in the "prayer of St. Francis." Note the inversion of the Schopenhauerean world. St. Francis knew, as did Schopenhauer, that there is a gate and path that leads to life, but it is narrow and few are those who find it. Behind, or beyond the will, lies the Lord. It is He that I seek. Love therefore, transcends, transforms and redeems the universe. As such it is the deepest heart, but not that which we, like Schopenhauer, see in front of us. To the Mystic and the Artist this heart can be seen. This is the deeper reality than the "Will".
- Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
- Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
- Where there is injury, pardon.
- Where there is doubt, faith.
- Where there is despair, hope.
- Where there is darkness, light.
- Where there is sadness, joy.
- O Divine Master,
- grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;
- to be understood, as to understand;
- to be loved, as to love.
- For it is in giving that we receive.
- It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
- and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.