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This Holy Week, God will be at work in us in ways we cannot yet ask or imagine.
We do not keep elves on any of our shelves to send behavior reports to the North Pole. Christ came for us while we were yet on the naughty list.
How many of our current events—in politics or in our church deliberations—get stuck in frustrating stalemates?
I am moved by the willing courage of a young person saying yes to God’s adventure. And I’m grateful for Mary, still bearing God to us.
I want my children to see me seeing them, not gazing with adoration into a screen.
How wonderful to hear my daughter comb through her day, picking out the moments she wanted to share with me, before God.