The Creepy Commissioner And His Two Creepy Helpers
The translation of the eponymous Flower is correct, and it is as follows:
So that faith can exist, it needs the evidence of the empty tomb.
It is necessary, like Peter and John, to lose one’s own artificial certainties:
then you will have the courage to enter into the void.
It is necessary that we find the courage to enter into the “grave of God,” which we built as the alleged possession of the truth.
The faith in the resurrection in and with Christ is the basis for the emptiness of ourselves.
This is somewhere between creepy and drunk. It is, also, vaguely menacing, and this is probably the right reading of the situation.
Peter and John did not have any artificial certainty. You can’t live in contact with Jesus and get out of this nothing more than “artificial certainties”. Their faith might not have been perfectly strong, but they did have true faith rather than an artificial one, and true certainties rather than alleged ones. One cannot avoid to think that the “artificial certainties” here is the belief that the Church does not change her Truths, and that exactly this is the message the poor members of the FFI, males and females, must take home from the Creepy Commissioner and his two Creepy Helpers.
Then there are the reference to the “void”, and the “emptiness”. This does not mean much, and sounds more than vaguely a-religious, as if it were atheism in code. Nor can you confuse this as the “emptiness” of which saints have spoken.
This is an emptiness that does not lead to God, but to a void. A void to enter which certainties now seen as “artificial” must be abandoned. It is as if an atheist would invite you to lose your faith and embrace the nothingness and absurdity of it all, because it is the brave thing to do.
Another reading is possible: “dear FFI friars and sisters, forget your old world and get ready for a brain washing. But please let me say this in a veiled and very confused way, because I am told one can make a wonderful career by just sounding stupid”.
I notice in the wording a kind of tribute to the nuChurch: the childish wannabe intellectualism, the desire to be innovative and forward thinking, the half-baked theology of nothing. If it sounds like the words of a drunken man, it is because it sounds like Francis.
It’s the way nuChurch speaks. They have no faith in them, and this is why they speak words without faith.
Creepy. Smelling of alcohol. Vaguely menacing. And, frankly, rather stupid.