Life is a great mystery. Every human person is precious, and we discover that especially through the persons that are given to us to love. I am learning in an ever more concrete way that love does not end with death. But if it weren't for Jesus Christ and his victory over death that we remember and celebrate in these days, I would be a lost man. The passage of time would be unbearable.
Instead, I have hope. I know that life is destined to be fulfilled in eternity, that our loves and labors and sorrows in this world — entrusted to Jesus — are seeds that will bear fruit in the Resurrection. Thus we journey through time with the firm hope that we will dwell forever together with the Triune God who is Love, in whose embrace we find unending joy — and where nothing is "lost," where we will see one another's faces healed and made whole, with every tear wiped away.
