The title is taken from a poem by John Berryman, #1 of " Eleven Addresses to the Lord." Berryman was a professor at U. of Minnesota when we were there; he struggled for years with his alcoholism and crises of belief. He came to Christianity through AA. Eventually he jumped off the University Avenue Bridge into the Mississippi. His Address #1 is so achingly honest, it seems a good Lenten theme:
Master of beauty, craftsman of the snowflake,
endower of Earth so gorgeous & different from the boring Moon,
thank you for such as it is my gift. I have made up a morning prayer to you
containing with precision everything that most matters.
'According to Thy will' the thing begins.
It took me off & on two days. It does not aim at eloquence. You have come to my rescue again & again
in my impassable, sometimes despairing years.
You have allowed my brilliant friends to destroy themselves
and I am still here, severely damaged, but functioning. Unknowable, as I am unknown to my guinea pigs:
how can I 'love' you?
I only as far as gratitude & awe
confidently & absolutely go. I have no idea whether we live again.
It doesn't seem likely
from either the scientific or the philosophical point of view
but certainly all things are possible to you, and I believe as fixedly in the Resurrection-appearances to Peter and
as I believe I sit in this blue chair.
Only that may have been a special case
to establish their initiatory faith. Whatever your end may be, accept my amazement.
May I stand until death forever at attention
for any your least instruction or enlightenment.
I even feel sure you will assist me again, Master of insight & beauty.
(From John Berryman, Collected Poems (Farrar Straus Giroux))