The following is a mirrored image of Archbishop of New York, Cardinal Timothy Dolan, entitled ‘An Interior Springtime.’ Published on March 29, 2018, it’s from Cardinal Dolan’s weblog accessible on his web site:
But, as I pen this in the course of this week we name holy, Winter nonetheless has us in a chokehold. There had been even flurries on Palm Sunday!
God’s creation, and His creatures, are in Winter. We are dominated, not solely by the clouds, chilly winds, naked bushes and lifeless grass of Winter, however by Sin, Satan, Selfishness and Death. We await an inside springtime; we yearn to place our religious winter behind us and let gentle, life, and goodness dominate us.
Bring on Passover: oppressive slavery within the bondage of Egypt is overthrown by the blood of a lamb, and God’s deliverance of His Chosen People to the Promised Land. The angel “passed over” the houses of God’s folks marked by the blood of a lamb. God’s gentle guided His folks to “pass over” from chains in Egypt to a brand new house and freedom in Israel.
Bring on Easter: management by the supernatural Winter orchestrated by sin, Satan, selfishness, and dying is now defeated by the dear blood of the one John the Baptist known as “the Lamb of God,” Jesus Christ. Our Lord “passed over” from the horror of the cross on Good Friday, a drama coloured by violence, hate, lies, betrayal, earthquakes and eclipses of the solar to new life at Easter. The “light of Christ” chanted on the vigil, leads God’s folks, not via the waters of the Red Sea, however out of the waters of the baptismal font.
Last Tuesday I had the distinction of presiding in St. Patrick’s Cathedral on the funeral Mass of Firefighter Michael Davidson, who died battling flames in a Harlem constructing.
Yes, it appeared Winter: the dying of a courageous and good man; the vacancy within the lives of his spouse, Eileen, and her 4 little youngsters; the tears of the NYFD mourning a fallen comrade; a way of loss and asking why . . . this was Good Friday 4 days early. It was Winter.
Yet, Spring was additionally there: the heat of embraces; the phrases of concern and assist; the expansive love for Eileen and her household; and the religion of kin, neighbors, colleagues and associates who consider, that, for Michael, Easter had arrived early as properly, that he was with Jesus within the everlasting Spring the place hearth by no means harms, oxygen by no means runs out, and life by no means ends.
As Michael’s father, himself a firefighter, whispered, “What would we do without faith?”
The Passover goes on; Easter continues; Winter is on the run; Spring is victorious.
A blessed Passover to our Jewish neighbors!
Easter hope and pleasure to all!
“By dying, He destroyed our dying!
By rising, He restored our life!”