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The Resurrection. If you or I had planned the Resurrection—with our poor human logic, so full of pride—we would have made it a spectacle. We would have had Christ rise with thunder and lightning, shattering the stones of the tomb in front of Pilate, casting the Sanhedrin to the ground, appearing in the sky over Rome to humiliate the Emperor. We would have wanted a triumph that crushed the enemy, a victory of noise and power. But God's ways are not our ways. Jesus returns to life, and what does He do? He acts like a man. He doesn't float in the air like a ghost. He walks on the dusty road to Emmaus, like any other traveler. He sits down to table. He breaks bread. On the shore of the Lake, He doesn't perform a cosmic light show; He lights a fire and cooks breakfast for his disciples. He asks them for something to eat. The Risen Christ seeks no other glory than this because He has a specific purpose: He wants to meet you right where you are. He wants to be your traveling companion. The Ascension. Imagine, if Jesus had remained on earth in His glorified body. Imagine Him reigning physically from Jerusalem. There would be no need for faith! The whole world would bow down, crushed by the undeniable evidence of His Majesty. Even the enemies of God would be forced to kneel—not out of love, but out of terror and sight. But Jesus... Jesus is a Gentleman. He is the Great Lover, and He knows that love is not real if it is forced. If the Sun remained in the sky at full noon forever, the little candle of your love would never be visible. He withdraws His overwhelming Light behind the cloud, not to abandon you, but to empower you. The Descent of the Holy Spirit Do not be afraid of the wind. Let it blow through your soul. Let it blow away the cobwebs of laziness, the dust of mediocrity, and the smoke of your vanity. Ask the Divine Guest to make you a temple in the middle of the street. Go out, my child, open the doors of your heart just as the Apostles opened the doors of the Cenacle, and let the world see that the Holy Spirit is still coming down, not in tongues of fire visible to the eye, but in the burning charity of your ordinary life. The Assumption The body of Mary was not a prison for her soul; it was the instrument of her sanctity. These were the hands that scrubbed the floor of Nazareth until the wood was worn smooth; these were the knees that bent in prayer on hard stone; this was the back that ached from carrying water from the well; these were the arms that held the dead weight of God on Good Friday. If God were to take her soul and leave her body to decay, He would be discarding the very vessel that poured out the wine of redemption. The Coronation of Mary I am a zero. You are a zero. On our own, we are worth nothing—nothing at all! But if we place Christ—the One—in front of our row of zeros... what an immense sum we become! What a fortune! We often make the mistake of thinking that Mary is the "One." We think she is great, powerful, magnificent in her own right. But if she were the "One," she would compete with God. She would be a rival to the Almighty. No, my child, that is not her glory. Her glory—the reason the Trinity is rushing to crown her—is that she knew, better than any creature that has ever existed, how to be a perfect Zero.