Dear Readers,
What is your earliest memory?
In Connecticut, one of my older classmates took delight in asking younger seminarians what was the most important feast in the Catholic Church. If they replied Christmas, he would look at them as if he were deeply shocked.
Usually exhaustion consumes me by Friday night.
Jelly beans in the 1970s were sturdy and dry, their rainbow colors missing blue and disappointingly studded with somber white and black.
At my uncle’s funeral, before he began his homily, the priest removed his glasses. Then he laughed and stated, “Without my glasses, I see you indistinctly. When I wear my glasses, I can see your faces and your good looks!”
We are one human family whatever our national, racial, ethnic, economic, and ideological differences. We are our brothers’ and sisters’ keepers, wherever they may be. Loving our neighbor has global dimensions in a shrinking world.
In Matthew’s account of the Passion, Jesus’ last words are “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? (Matthew 27: 46) Then, He uttered a loud cry and gave up His spirit.
“Everybody, get in the car! We’re leaving for Mass in three minutes!”
My computer seems to have a sense of humor. As I worked on an article on resentment, it asked, “Do you wish to delete resentment?”