Ghostly, if you can respond that would be great. Otherwise, I understand posting can be very time consuming. I apologize for the sloppiness of my post. It happens when I do not take the time to edit. English is obviously not my first language.
I am just writing without restrictions, and since Edith Stein came up in the discussion, I went ahead and read a little about her. I found a prayer she wrote to the Holy Spirit. I think that we can do all the intellectual gymnastics possible in our search for God but, there comes a point in where we just have to humbly knock. I consider that it is not only intellectuals, Ph.D.s, Doctors, geniuses, nor extraordinary nor powerful people that know God exists. It is actually, mostly, very ordinary people. I think that we can express our faith with reason and rationally but, I am one of those who does not have a great appreciation for the thought that the existence of God can be proven necessarily through logical proofs. I don’t know about anyone coming up with a proof like x-z to the power of 3 = God, such as 1+2=3, and if you do not know nor understand the one that = God it’s just because you are a bozo and should believe. I think people through reason can become open to the possibility and come to wonder and that’s when the opportunity has to be taken to approach God as a child (humility is a key). “At that time Jesus answered and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because Thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes.”- Mt 11:25
Edith Stein was a highly educated woman and I am sure she read the five proofs of Saint Thomas Aquinas long before she decided to translate some of his works. I think that it was when she started to search with her heart and soul that she found God. A formula proving the existence of God does not inspire a soul to write this prayer:
Novena Of The Holy Spirit
by St. Benedicta of the Cross (Edith Stein)
Who are you, sweet light, that fills me
And illumines the darkness of my heart?
You lead me like a mother’s hand,
And should you let go of me,
I would not know how to take another step.
You are the space
That embraces my being and buries it in yourself.
Away from you it sinks into the abyss
Of nothingness, from which you raised it to the light.
You, nearer to me than I to myself
And more interior than my most interior
And still impalpable and intangible
And beyond any name:
Holy Spirit eternal love!
Are you not the sweet manna
That from the Son’s heart
Overflows into my heart,
The food of angels and the blessed?
He who raised himself from death to life,
He has also awakened me to new life
From the sleep of death.
And he gives me new life from day to day,
And at some time his fullness is to stream through me,
Life of your life indeed, you yourself:
Holy Spirit eternal life!
Are you the ray
That flashes down from the eternal Judge’s throne
And breaks into the night of the soul
That had never known itself?
Mercifully relentlessly
It penetrates hidden folds.
Alarmed at seeing itself,
The self makes space for holy fear,
The beginning of that wisdom
That comes from on high
And anchors us firmly in the heights,
Your action,
That creates us anew:
Holy Spirit ray that penetrates everything!
Are you the spirit’s fullness and the power
By which the Lamb releases the seal
Of God’s eternal decree?
Driven by you
The messengers of judgment ride through the world
And separate with a sharp sword
The kingdom of light from the kingdom of night.
Then heaven becomes new and new the earth,
And all finds its proper place
Through your breath:
Holy Spirit victorious power!
Are you the master who builds the eternal cathedral,
Which towers from the earth through the heavens?
Animated by you, the columns are raised high
And stand immovably firm.
Marked with the eternal name of God,
They stretch up to the light,
Bearing the dome,
Which crowns the holy cathedral,
Your work that encircles the world:
Holy Spirit God’s molding hand!
Are you the one who created the unclouded mirror
Next to the Almighty’s throne,
Like a crystal sea,
In which Divinity lovingly looks at itself?
You bend over the fairest work of your creation,
And radiantly your own gaze
Is illumined in return.
And of all creatures the pure beauty
Is joined in one in the dear form
Of the Virgin, your immaculate bride:
Holy Spirit Creator of all!
Are you the sweet song of love
And of holy awe
That eternally resounds around the triune throne,
That weds in itself the clear chimes of each and every being?
The harmony,
That joins together the members to the Head,
In which each one
Finds the mysterious meaning of his being blessed
And joyously surges forth,
Freely dissolved in your surging:
Holy Spirit eternal jubilation!
My half a cent worth.
