It is hard to describe the loss of Notre Dame. When the poet Rainer Maria Rilke lived in Paris, each evening on his way home, he stopped as he crossed the Siene on the Île de la Cité to watch the sun set over Notre Dame. The darkening ancient towers silent against the new, awakening, electric […]
To listen to this homily click here. The death of the king marked year one in the French Revolution, the beginning of the republic and a new era—an era, of course, of freedom.
“Alas, poor man! is the celestial glory of so small esteem with him, that he counteth it not worth running the hazards of a few difficulties to obtain it?” -John Bunyan, The Pilgrim’s Progress