During the years that I served as a religious superior for a province of oblate priests and brothers in Western Canada, I tried to keep my foot inside the academic world by doing some adjunct teaching at the University of Saskatchewan. It was always a once-a-week night course, advertised as a primer on Christian theology, and drew a variety of students.
One of the assigned readings for that course was Christopher de Vinck’s book, Only the Heart Knows How to Find Them: Precious Memories for a Faithless Time.
The book is a series of autobiographical essays, most of which focus on de Vinck’s home life and his relationship with his wife and children. The essays describing his relationship with his wife don’t overplay the romantic, but are wonderfully heartwarming and set sex into a context of marriage, safety and fidelity.
