"If then you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God.Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth.For you have died, and your life is
One aspect of the journey of grief is that certain legs of the journey tumultuous like a storm. The readings for the Twelfth Sunday in Ordinary Time (Year B) bring incredible insight into the storms of grief. In reading these passages through the lens of
“You visit the earth and water it, you greatly enrich it; the river of God is full of water; you provide their grain, for so you have prepared it. You water its furrows abundantly, settling its ridges, softening it with showers, and blessing its growth.
“For the Lord will comfort Zion; he will comfort all her waste places, and will make her wilderness like Eden, her desert like the garden of the Lord; joy and gladness will be found in her, thanksgiving and the voice of song” (Isaiah 51:3).
The cross
“I am the living bread that came down from heaven. Whoever eats of this bread will live forever; and the bread that I will give for the life of the world is my flesh” (John 6:51).
Grief is perhaps the time a person most needs to
“God did not make death, and he does not delight in the death of the living…for God created us for incorruption, and made us in the image of his own eternity, but through the devil’s envy death entered the world” (Wisdom 1:13,2:23-24).
Death is perhaps the
“Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death, passion fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a raging flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it.” (Song
“The Lord, your God, is in your midst, a warrior who gives victory; he will rejoice over you with gladness, he will renew you in his love; he will exult over you with loud singing as on a day of festival. I will change their
One of the most striking and fascinating characters in all of the Bible is John the Baptist. Yet, his last days were spent in the darkness of a dungeon, and his life ended violently and unjustly at the whim of a foolish girl driven by
"For I am already being poured out like a libation