As I make my slow way through this frequently labored and often labyrinthine Lenten season, I am grateful that Resurrection lures us toward the future which it has already opened-up. Light and hope stream into our present circumstances; they show us that love is visible even in the dark, assure us that presence speaks through silence, and promise us that courage flows along with tears. With the pull of the future, the magnetic power of Omega, and the open arms of the Risen One, today becomes the passage to eternity and ordinary things become tokens of miracle. I am sustained by the awareness that we live, not toward nothing, but toward all things made new. And I am so grateful.