He has also wrestled with his own fear. Walking the halls of temporary coronavirus wards amid the pumping hiss of mechanical ventilators and shellshocked hospital workers, he said: \u201cI started to think about, maybe I could get this. Maybe it could kill me.\u201d Yet Father Devaney still finds avenues of grace. \u201cWhat gives me hope is that in the Catholic funeral liturgy, it says, life hasn\u2019t ended, it has changed. So for me the hope is that there is a supernatural reality we can\u2019t see, that there is eternal life, life in eternity. And that death doesn\u2019t have the final word.\u201d<\/p>\n
Yet these sacrifices make up the core of the faith. The Gospel of John recounts that after arising from his tomb, Jesus Christ appeared to Mary Magdalene, who had come to tend to his body. He called to her by name, and recognizing her beloved teacher, she rushed to embrace him. \u201cDo not touch me,\u201d he said. How jarring that must have been to hear, and how painful to refrain \u2014 impossible, perhaps, save for the belief, held close in her heart, that the time would soon come to touch him again.<\/p>\n
Read it all<\/a>.<\/p>\n In the light of today\u2019s Gospel, which she references at the end, read this compelling \u2066@ebruenig<\/a>\u2069 report of Dominican friars in Manhattan up-ending their existence in order to minister in the crisis. https:\/\/t.co\/jdqPpR1yFv<\/a><\/p>\n \u2014 Austen Ivereigh (@austeni) April 14, 2020<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n