We search for joy and love in life:
in our emptiness and in our yearnings, in our hurts and grief, in our loneliness and our boredom, we want joy, and we want to be loved.
I am the river, you are the water.
I am the mountain, you are the soil.
I am the mother, you are the child.
I am the fragrance, you are the rose;
In all the Easter work of Jesus,
he led the disciples
out of darkness into light,
I’m Joseph, the man who owned the tomb. I watched the Crucifixion of Jesus with most of his friends at a distance.
Lord, remember not only the people of goodwill, but also those of ill will. Do not remember only the sufferings that have been inflicted on us...
Mary anointed Him. There’s generosity in Mary’s ointment; the fragrant oil bathed her saviour’s tiredness.
He welcomes sinners and eats with them. Two types of people welcomed by Jesus: one, the younger son who had gone away, squandered his life and returned empty.