On a rainy Sunday, there's much to think and conspire. Here's the thought that showed up in a lazy moment of couch random-movie watching.
The young village priest, still figuring out is own voice, finally speaks the truth of his heart... and it goes like this:
I'm not sure what the theme of my homily today ought to be. Do I want to
speak of the miracle of Our Lord's divine transformation? Not really,
no. I don't want to talk about His divinity. I'd rather talk about His
humanity. I mean, you know, how He lived His life, here on Earth. His
*kindness*, His *tolerance*... Listen, here's what I think. I think that
we can't go around... measuring our goodness by what we don't do. By
what we deny ourselves, what we resist, and who we exclude. I think...
we've got to measure goodness by what we *embrace*, what we create...
and who we include.