available on DVD here).
She lived with great limitations -- growing up in the backwoods of Georgia with a chicken who walked backwards, suffering grave physical ailments that caused her much pain, and living a brief life -- she was more than profound in the way she wove faith into her work. It was, perhaps, therapeutic. She dealt with all the troubles and trials of her life by being a daily communicant at mass and
manifesting a humble attitude before the Lord: “The mind serves best when it’s anchored
in the Word of God,” she wrote among the many signal quotations in her collection of letters -- words that sound just like the Lord (The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom) but translated through her own particular lens. “Don’t let me ever think, dear God, that I was anything but the instrument of Your story,” she wrote in her diary (discovered well after she died). Would that every Christian viewed the story of his or her own life in the same way!
She is not for those searching for a sanitized life. Her stories are filled with violence. According to O’Connor: “My subject in fiction is the action of grace in territory largely held by the devil.” Yet in the midst of it all you find the lost at the moment when redemption offers itself -- the moment when you are thrown up against the questions at the core of life -- who you are, where you are, why you are. Her witness deposits good and ill, virtue and vice, suffering and peace within the hands of God who alone makes sense of it all.
I listen to her own reading of A Good Man Is Hard to Find every now and then just to rekindle my own fascination with her voice, her talent, her literary skill, and her faith.