Can it go the other direction?

I've always been struck with the series of photos of Ven. Charles de Foucault. I showed them to my catechism students as an example of what the Christian life is supposed to do to a person. It is supposed, I told them, to fix you. To undo the damage of sin.


The libertine atheist soldier.

There was an earlier one, of Charles as an unsmiling aristocratic child. It was easy to see that his unhappiness in young adulthood started very early. I cannot find a copy of the picture though.


On the mend: the monk-hermit


The saint.