Every Year We Celebrate The Holy Season

Only In Love Can I Find You, My God. In Love The Gates Of My Soul Spring Open, Allowing Me To Breathe A New Air Of Freedom And Forget My Own Petty Self. In Love My Whole Being Streams Forth Out Of The Rigid Confines Of Narrowness And Anxious Self-assertion, Which Make Me A Prisoner Of My Own Poverty Emptiness. In Love All The Powers Of My Soul Flow Out Toward You, Wanting Never More To Return, But To Lose Themselves Completely In You, Since By Your Love You Are The Inmost Center Of My Heart, Closer To Me Than I Am To Myself.

In The Midst Of Our Lives, Of Our Freedom And Our Struggles, We Have To Make A Radical, Absolute Decision. And We Never Know When Lightening Will Strike Us Out Of The Blue. It May Be When We Least Expect To Be Asked Whether We Have The Absolute Faith And Trust To Say Yes

But There Is Yet Another Form Of This Hidden Heresy, And, Paradoxically, It Can Affect Those Who Are Proudest Of Their Long-standing And Unimpeachable Orthodoxy; Heresy In The Form Of Indifference.

Not Everybody, However, Has A Genuine Sense Of Humor. That Calls For An Altruistic Detachment From Oneself And A Mysterious Sympathy With Others Which Is Felt Even Before They Open Their Mouths. Only The Person Who Has Also A Gift For Affection Can Have A True Sense Of Humor. A Good Laugh Is A Sign Of Love; It May Be Said To Give Us A Glimpse Of, Or A First Lesson In, The Love That God Bears For Every One Of Us.

The Dead Are Silent Because They Live, Just As We Chatter So Loudly To Try To Make Ourselves Forget That We Are Dying. Their Silence Is Really Their Call To Me, The Assurance Of Their Immortal Love For Me.