My Beloved Son, How I long to come to you. With each day that passes, my heart yearns to see your face and to embrace you in my arms like I did when you were young. Oh, my sweet child, I can still remember the fear and confusion I felt when I was on my knees, contemplating the promises spoken to Abraham and praying for the Promised One to come.  1 An angelic being startled me. Was I dreaming? So I tested this spirit by asking how it could be. His response assured me that he was from Heaven...

I was sweaty, exhausted, and moody as I ran/waddled through the rain to get to my van. I had just completed my Catholic workout of the week and was in a hurry to get home. The temperature on my dashboard read 33*... whew. All afternoon, my phone buzzed with warnings from the weather app about a severe winter storm brewing in our area. But when I left my house, it was still 40*, so I wasn't too worried. I knew the Stations of the Cross only took about 30 minutes, so I figured I would be home...

Master, When the curtain of the temple was torn in two, and the earth shook, and the rocks were split, it all paled in comparison to what has happened to my heart. It was less than a week ago that I held a palm branch high over my head and sang Hosana with throngs of people! My heart was so full then. Seeing all those people give you the honor you so deserve. Hosana, Son of David! Watching you ride through the streets of the holy city, greeted with so much fanfare, was an extraordinary sight...