One way of picturing the church calendar is as an unspooling thread, with each loop expanding the last. But this year, I’m pondering the complementary, and in some ways more elusive and profound, truth.
“In this new year of the Lord that lies before us, there will be a plentiful measure of blood and tears. But, as always, Christ stands with outstretched, nail-scarred hands ready to make every man who responds to him an agent in the dispensation of His healing grace.”
For those of us who did not live through the Cuban Missile Crisis, the context may not be immediately evident.
Reflections on returning home by another way. "Our vocation in this whole communion begins in the corner we find ourselves, exercising our priesthood in offering our lives and everything they touch, to the redemptive purposes of God."
Unsightly reaction incited: my perennial problem.
Outwitted, outmanoeuvred, Herod unleashes terror.
By the first dream, I was assured.
Away from home, Mission accomplished: It is finished.