The Heart of Good Friday
This past Sunday, I sat in Mass both crowded and slightly irritated as my 5-year-old poked me in the face with her palm for the fifteenth time. The Gospel was long, as I knew it would be, but I knew I needed it. The church is so wise to give us the Liturgical Seasons. We humans require built-in reminders of our need for Christ’s birth, our need for his death and our need for his resurrection. This year’s Palm Sunday reading from Matthew spoke a particular sentence that resona