Although St. Nicholas had rich parents and my dad had poor ones, both of them were gracious, righteous men, generous to a fault. I know good came to them and that they are and will be remembered that way. And I know I want to be such a man.
May we all be wise as serpents and harmless as doves. May we roar with the Lion of Judah and rest in the Lamb of God. Deliver us from temptation. Lead us beside still waters.
Maturing, married love is rooted in a shared story and refreshed by a new commitment, often in the full shadow of our failures. It involves learning to linger again.