When the fresh air of the Gospel becomes our oxygen, the collective sin of the world, of others and our own, will burn our sensitized lungs like toxic fumes. We will notice injustice everywhere we turn, and though we will do all we are able in response, we will feel powerless against so much of it, and that powerlessness will crucify our hearts. Then, as St. Chrysostom’s life reminds us, we will know the hope of the Resurrection from the inside, through the mind of Christ. God’s power to raise, to heal, and to save will flow through us, because God will be our only lasting hope.
-Br. Keith Nelson, SSJE