That he still bore scars is what I’ve always thought so beautiful. It’s what’s intrigued me more than almost anything else all these years about the story so many celebrate at Easter all over the world, believers, half-believers, unbelievers too. The story of resurrection, the idea of it, the hope of it.
The Desert, Not the Monastery We are sheep lost in the desert, but the shepherd is looking for us. That is how Pope Benedict XVI described the Church at the beginning of his pontificate.
“Before he begins to preach,” St. Augustine taught the would-be preacher, “he should raise his thirsty soul to God in order that he may give forth what he shall drink, or pour out what shall fill him.”[1]
For Saint Augustine, that great doctor of the Church and light of theology and civilization, his journey to the faith, his conversion to Christianity, his path to baptism was very painful.