It is different than the World's Series or the Super Bowl. Every four years a whole nation gets caught up in the European Soccer Championship and fevers through it, day after day,
for three whole weeks of spectacular, exciting sport. And in Germany where they still refrain from flying their colors, flags start to apprear everywhere. The spirit churns and overflows. It were almost as if Pentecost were happening all over again.
The old monk was telling me how bright light and complete darkness can exist simultaneously . . . and somehow I understood.
During the year I look at this tree every time I pass remembering how it once blossomed. But now, for this sight I have learned to wait, one full year.
She carried on a love affair with Christ. Later she complained that He had forgotten her completely. But she went on loving . . .
Oftentimes when I meet former students of mine they insist on reciting the prayer for me that we used to say in the morning before class:
Father, we thank Thee for the night,
and for the blessed morning light,
for rest and food and loving care,
and all that makes the world so fair.
Help us to do the things we should,
to be to others kind and good.
In all we do, in all we say,
to grow more loving every day.