Into the desert

Good Friday is not just one day of the year. It is a day relived every day of the world, and of our lives in the world. - Fr. Richard John Neuhaus, Death on a Friday Afternoon


Here I go, entering the season of Lent, to discover that I am already here.  And here I go starting this book again, certain that I'll have a hard time finding new things to write about, to discover that its very first two sentences reach me right where I have been living.  Perhaps I'll end up repeating things I've written about it in the past, but if so it will only be because I need to rediscover them.

I don't expect to find revelations within its pages this time, but perhaps insight into myself in response to it. I don't expect to find a way to avoid my own (small) daily crucifixion, but encouragement to embrace it.