I didn’t see the curability of it all. It seemed like what you could offer us, with your sacraments and your elaborate covenants, was an answer to a question that no one asked. Salvation from what? I couldn’t see it.
But we have been together for a long time, off and on. We’ve been together long enough that I know that losing you is not only a loss, it is THE loss, the loss I can’t survive.
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Thank you. I needed this tonight.
I go to confession at least once a month.
“bathing in mercy and then pulling the plug, over and over again”
Oh, Simcha. I wish this weren’t so very perfectly apt, but it is.
Thanks be to God, not just for his ridiculous mercy (every day!), but thanks be to God for the gift of your writing.