Strange meeting this, the holes there in his hands and feet and heart.

I believe that Jesus Christ rose from the dead on the first Easter Sunday. And I do not see that as any sort of parable or metaphor.

Most converts I know have an elevator speech on why they became Catholic. My Catholicism just sort of “happened.”

Pope Francis called on Christians not to give into a “tomb psychology,” and quoted the American poet Emily Dickinson, who wrote “We never know how high we are/Till we are called to rise.”

The liturgies of Lent and Easter, like the churches themselves, are built upon the conviction that the resurrection changes everything.

Jesus understands not only our bodily suffering, but also our spiritual suffering, in these feelings of abandonment. He was like us in all things, except sin. And he experienced all that we did.