Young advocates of the Tridentine liturgy like to believe that it was always celebrated with great beauty and dignity. Older Catholics know that this is not true.
Adults envy the wonder that kids can find in the everyday world, while kids resent being told that so much of the world is off-limits to them, that they must not touch, not taste, not take into their own hands.
In preaching Christ crucified, the church reveals both our guilt and our redemption. A love that cannot step free of self eventually kills what it loves.
We have always wanted to be God, to claim the right of truth, to receive and not to give. Yet on this night, Jesus pours it all away, our very understanding of God, over our feet and into a basin to be pitched.
Words can’t prove the resurrection. But for Mary Magdalene, Jesus’ voice reveals the truth of Easter.
In so many of our resurrection accounts it is the voice, not the face, that reveals the presence of the living, resurrected Christ.
God did indeed create pure spirits to serve and to glorify him. They are called angels. But God created us men and women to be of flesh and blood.