“Father. Can you help me? My mother is dying and I don’t feel anything. I’m trying to figure out why. Perhaps she used the rod a few too many times; she wasn’t a very nice person. But I often get a dulled sense when I think about how her life will end. I appreciate that she had several jobs, trying to raise us a single mom, but I still think it could have been different. How should I feel?
“Father. I used to be active at that church. The priest came over for dinner every year. He was our family friend. But now I am so ashamed. I don’t know what to believe. I’m angry and betrayed. I didn’t know. And I thought he was a good priest. How can I deal with my anger?
“Father. Tell me this. Why is it that all those suicide bombers are religious? I just have such a problem with that. How can people do such things in the name of faith?” Continue reading “Good Friday Sermon”