Whatever else sin is, it is always a forgetting that we are loved by God. And the more we sin, the more we forget.

The message of Easter is not a mirage or a magic formula, Pope Francis said. But it does offer hope to a world suffering from the Covid-19 pandemic and many sources of conflict.

If Christians, especially white Christians, vilify Derek Chauvin, we absolve ourselves of our own complicity in the racist structures that permitted him to place and pin his knee on George Floyd’s neck. Surely it is not us, Lord?

Louise Glück’s poem, “Wild Iris,” begins with a description of death, the sort of death something made of earth and growing there might recount if it could speak.

When we go to Mass, we do not go only to pray, no: we go to renew, to bring about again, this mystery, the Paschal mystery.

The Vatican’s Stations of the Cross will feature texts and drawings from a troop of Italian scouts, two group homes for disadvantaged young people and a parish that serves people who are differently abled, the homeless and survivors of domestic abuse.