Here’s how this week’s arts and culture column begins:
On the road during Holy Week this year, I attended noon Holy Tuesday Mass at the Church of the Sacred Heart in the border town of Nogales, Arizona.
The Gospel that day was the story of Judas, poised at the Last Supper to betray Christ. “What you are going to do, do quickly”…”So Judas took the morsel and left at once. And it was night.”
It’s night a lot of places at the moment. The news would have us believe that it’s night just about everywhere.
But every so often I hear a homily that pierces the night. The priest that day gently pointed out that every one of us is exactly like Judas. How many times have we sold him out for thirty pieces of silver–or, for that matter, way less? We, too, dip our morsel in the dish of the Eucharist. We too go out, and commit deeds in the darkness, that constitute anything but love.
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