Like Beads Passing through Devout Hands

Our life is limited in its extent and still more limited in its possession, for it comes to us bit by bit, in succession and not all at once. We have to let go of one moment to take hold of the next; it is like beads passing through devout hands.

--M. Eugene Boylan, O. Cist. R, This Tremendous Lover

Where is your victory?

Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting? (1 Cor 15:55)
Easter

Pride and Mortality

Whenever we imagine that we are in control of life -- our own or someone else's -- we have fallen prey to the ancient whisper in the Garden: "You shall be like gods." Mortality is the enduring reminder that we become like God not by our own power but by the power of the cross.