Tag Archive | Isaiah 53

Good Friday of the Passion of the Lord ~ Jesus saving us still

Good Friday April 10th, 2020 Like a sapling he grew in front of us, Like a root in arid ground… a thing despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and familiar with suffering …. And yet ours were the sufferings he bore, ours the sorrows he carried. But we thought of him as […]

What wondrous love is this?

Holy Thursday / Good Friday 2017 Dear Friends, I share with you one of my finest homilies given to the people of St. Bartholomew’s Parish, Miramar, Florida on Good Friday 1992. . . . (Though this is a long text, it deals with the issue of how to deal with personal pain as well as […]

What Wondrous Love is This?

  Jesus the Lover Like a sapling he grew in front of us,                                                                                     […]

What wondrous love is this?

Jesus the Lover Like a sapling he grew in front of us, Like a root in arid ground… a thing despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and familiar with suffering …. And yet ours were the sufferings he bore, ours the sorrows he carried. But we thought of him as someone punished, […]

What wondrous love is this?

Jesus the Lover Like a sapling he grew in front of us, Like a root in arid ground… a thing despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and familiar with suffering …. And yet ours were the sufferings he bore, ours the sorrows he carried. But we thought of him as someone punished, […]

What wondrous love is this?

Holy Thursday / Good Friday 2013 Dear Friends, I share with you oneof my finest homilies given to the people of St. Bartholmoew’s Parish, Mirimar, Florida on Good Friday 1992. . . . The Heart of Jesus (Jesus the Tremendous Lover) Like a sapling he grew in front of us, Like a root in arid […]

What wondrous love is this?

Jesus the Lover Like a sapling he grew in front of us, Like a root in arid ground… a thing despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and familiar with suffering …. And yet ours were the sufferings he bore, ours the sorrows he carried. But we thought of him as someone punished, […]