There is no hell, there’s only purgatory, which can take a very long time . . .

Poets, philosophers, theologians, even popes are called upon . . .

Sunday sermons, weekday observations

. . . and can hurt a lot, say some surprising sources.

[The French poet Charles] Péguy [1873-1914] was always a curious Catholic, anticlerical and unconvinced of the value of the sacraments. His marriage remained sacrosanct, even after his return to faith caused severe tensions with his wife and children (they only joined the Church after his death).

The reviewer analyzes his poems and his belief as contained in them.

The climactic vision [of his poem “Le Porche du mystère de la deuxième vertu,”] is of God finding his hands . . .  tied by Christ’s disclosure of his mercy. No soul . . .  can ultimately withstand the power of God’s love [he believed]. Eternal damnation had always appalled Péguy as an idea . . . . This poem ends by celebrating its impossibility.

Through [it] resounds the Parable of the Prodigal Son. Referring to the same parable in…

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