Christ goes to his death insisting that his life has meaning. When and how he will die can be left to speculation but not so why he dies.

If you think you’ve got him, you don’t. Indeed, you don’t have him until he has you!

As creatures of time and space, we acknowledge the God who fills both by setting aside, sanctifying some of each for God.

In the cross of Christ, God sunders God’s self to draw us and those whom we love into God’s life, which is pure relationship, a love that precedes existence.

After Pascal’s death, a note, written in his own hand, was discovered, sewn into the lining of his coat. He felt compelled to record the moment when the God about whom one might speculate became his living God.

We have a cycling liturgical year because the truths of our faith are larger than we can receive all at once. Perhaps ashes say it best, but even they can’t say it all, not all at once.