There is no way around the fact that the kind of faith Jesus asks for when we pray is radical and unreasonable.
So many of us live with our own kind of leprosy— sometimes invisible but that we believe make us unworthy of being loved by God.
Maybe we confused and tepid believers occasionally need Jesus to take us up the mountain. Maybe we need a sign from above.
Eventually, I noticed that Jesus did not look into the heart of the paralyzed man but “saw their faith”—“they” being the group of determined friends.
“I am not seeking the perfect vessel, but the perfect internal form.”
It was a prayer full of surrender, praise, and hope. And it was surprisingly effective.
Before we enter into the Triduum, let’s take a hard and honest pause with Judas. There is grace, yes, grace, in his story.
A holy day has dawned upon us. Come you nations, and adore the Lord.