#HolySaturday: Corrie Ten Boom and her sister Betsie were sent to Ravensbruck for hiding Jews. Betsie said: “We must tell people what we have learned here... that there is no pit so deep that he is not deeper still. They will listen to us, Corrie, because we have been there.”
53 years later, it turns out that the Promised Land is not something you get to, once and for all—it is always something we are claiming, one small promise at a time.
“The terrifying prospect of Easter is that God called these women to return to the same world that crucified Jesus with a very dangerous gift: hope in the power of God, the unending reservoir of forgiveness and an abundance of love.” nytimes.com/2021/04/02/opini…
Today is the birthday of Carlo Carretto (1910-1988), who in middle age left his life as an activist to join the Little Brothers of Jesus, inspired by the example of Charles de Foucauld, the desert contemplative, who embraced the "hidden life" of Jesus in his years in Nazareth.
One day during an arduous hike in the desert of Algeria, he accepted a companion's offer to inject him with medicine for a minor malady. But his friend picked the wrong vial and injected his leg with a paralyzing poison. Overnight his leg became useless.
One day during an arduous hike in the desert of Algeria, he accepted a companion's offer to inject him with medicine for a minor malady. But his friend picked the wrong vial and injected his leg with a paralyzing poison. Overnight his leg became useless.
Like anyone he was stupefied by why God would allow such a thing to happen to one of his servants. But 30 yrs later he described it as a grace: "It was bad luck, yes. It was a misfortune, but God turned it into a grace. Life suddenly appeared to me as it was, an immense...
personal exodus. Misfortune had thrust me upon new paths." Where was God in this story? In the part of a negligent bystander who watched an accident destroy a man's dreams? Or in the grace that led him from bitterness to a new state of acceptance? Carretto observed:
"I know by experience, you can be happy with a crippled leg...The wounds of poverty and suffering produce a special honey, the honey of the Beatitudes. I have tasted this honey and have become convinced of the rationality of the gospel, the reasons for so many mysterious things."
But even more important than the pictorial images of Jesus we use (which are important to be sure) is seeing Christ alive in every person. Especially in those who are on the margins, those who are persecuted or those who are victimized in any way. Christ lives in them.
"Jesus was not scandalised by having to heal the sick and to set prisoners free amid the moralistic, legalistic and clerical squabbles that arose every time he did some good"
#PopeFrancis delivering homily during the #ChrismMass in St Peter's today
On Easter Sunday, April 1 1945, Bd Giuseppe Girotti, an Italian Dominican, was killed with a lethal injection in Dachau concentration camp. He was arrested for providing Jews with false baptismal certificates. “A new commandment I give you. Love one another as I have loved you.”
Then the scribes and teachers of the law began to murmur, “This man washes the feet of sinners, including women and even Muslims. Such a thing has not been seen.” And they issued dubia and warned the faithful, lest he lead others astray.