Blessed Are Those Who Mourn
After the death of his wife, C.S. Lewis reflected on his feelings of grief. “No one ever told me,” he wrote, “that grief felt so like fear.”
It is a frightening turn in life when someone we love is no longer present. When a person with whom we shared a significant loving relationship dies, we miss the security that person gave us—whether as spouse, parent, sibling, or friend—and we miss his or her love. We try to cope and go on, but it can be overwhelming. We can feel stuck, rooted in the time and place when everything altered too quickly.

Tending Our Temples
Pope Benedict XVI recognized the mission of the Redemptorists and of Liguori Publications on March 30 in his weekly Wednesday audience. In his recent “catecheses”—short instructions to the faithful—the pope has reflected on the doctors of the Church, one of whom was Saint Alphonsus Liguori. In his audience, the pope examined Alphonsus’ life and legacy.
We cannot help but live and think in the context and concept of time. Our language is laced with it, our days are organized by it. We might even feel harassed or oppressed by it. The clock tells us when to get up, when to go to work, to church, or to some social event. It imposes limits on what we can do. Time steadily continues, tick-tick-tick, never missing a beat. The next day or week or year arrives right on schedule.