Sunday, April 15, 2012


Oh dear Thomas, the promise was always the promise of suffering, don't doubt it.


Put your fingers and hands into the risen one: the wounds remain. In a few days, the risen one will be the ascended one, and the wounds will remain.

What changed is the person around the wounds, the same person who, if we will, can by those same wounds, transform me around the wounds of mine.

Such is the mystery and power of love.

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