The lesson I take from Jesus’ washing of the feet is this: I do not decide which lives have value and dignity; God does.

Our Lady knows exactly what it is like to stand by and see someone you love suffer and die. But Our Lady also knew that, somehow, God was with her in that time of grief. But we could well ask: Where was God yesterday in Paris?

Couldn’t it be apple juice instead of wine? Isn’t it the principle that matters? It could, of course, but then we would lose everything.

From 1964: It was Easter that made up the core of the “good news” preached by the apostles.

Who would make sunshine, flowers, rainbows, puppies and babies without expecting anything in return?