On the Feast of All Souls, we recall how different God is from us, how wonderfully alien the halls of heaven are.

No one dies for God as an unspeakable mystery, as simply the word we use for the openness of the human spirit.

Because he lived till 1977,                                    his hair as white as wool

Because we are not free. Because we live under the tyranny of terror that sin uses to enslave us. We think that mercy will weaken us, destroy our position of strength.

Let every enemy I’ve made be blessed, double;