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“This Samaritan bore our sins and suffered on our behalf”

To interpret the parable of the Good Samaritan, one of the elders used to say that the man going down from Jerusalem to Jericho was Adam. He said Jerusalem was paradise, Jericho was the world, and the brigands were enemy … Continue reading

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“Here we have the joy of observing the divine husbandry. How good it is to see God’s gifts and watch the laborers in his field!”

When the Lord told his disciples that the harvest was indeed abundant but laborers were scarce and urged them to ask the Lord of the harvest to send laborers out to harvest his crop, which crop did he have in … Continue reading

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“Desiring to do everything the Father desired, Christ hastened to carry out his wishes with regard to his passion”

Sure of protection on the day of battle, Christ prayed: “Lord, do not allow the wicked anything contrary to my desire.” He who said, “I have come not to do my own will, but the will of him who sent … Continue reading

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“This food strengthens us. It is our hope, our salvation, our light and our life”

Christ gave us his flesh to eat in order to deepen our love for him. When we approach him, then, there should be burning within us a fire of love and longing. Otherwise the punishment awaiting us will be in proportion … Continue reading

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“But now the Holy Spirit was manifested to all in His own Person through the tongues of fire”

When the fiftieth day after the Resurrection had come, the day we now commemorate, all the disciples were gathered with one accord in the upper room, each having also gathered together his thoughts (for they were devoting themselves intently to … Continue reading

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“Something is over. In the deepest levels of my existence something is finished, done. My life is divided into before and after”

The world looks different now. The pinks have become purple, the yellows brown. Mountains now wear crosses on their slopes. … Something is over. In the deepest levels of my existence something is finished, done. My life is divided into … Continue reading

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“Death has picked him out, not love. Death has made him special”

Was he special? Did I love him more—more than his sister and brothers? When they see my tears, do they think I loved him more? I visualize the appallingly cruel choice with which Hitler’s henchmen faced Jewish parents: select one … Continue reading

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