The, perhaps, "unripe" fruit of a silent retreat (5.5 days). I have a few others that need elaboration. Naturally, this piece is more prayerful in tone, more encouraging to those who faith (especially my Catholic brethren).
This came from my reflections on my own (numerous) weaknesses. Of course, in examining that selfsame atheistic critique that we "feel, unthinkingly, in solidarity" I respond that our virtues, our way of life may indeed look "heavenward" but it never should nor does forsake the ground beneath us.
In fact, we are weighed to the ground by the crosses we carry--that is our vices, dispositions, culture-weaknesses, etc. Rather than hide, deny, or feed them we are called (as soldiers) to confront them.
Though imperfect I hope this also helps you reflect.
Edit 1: Cleaned up a few spacing problems and syntax.