What we do with our bodies is the truth. The mind, indeed, has a way of obscuring the situation of our human lives. We make up stories that help justify our complacency or our vices or our closed-heartedness, but, while these rational lies might seem like they are buying us time for our big moment, we are really squandering our days until there are none left. The priests who passed the wounded man on the side of the road probably told themselves, “Tomorrow” or “Next time,” but their bodies told a different story: they faded into the distance while their helpless fellow human being languished in the gutter. During this season of Lent, let’s focus on the risk of living in a bodily way. Let’s be so integrated that we test every narrative that is generated by our imaginations with our hands and our feet. Let’s demand consistency between our ideas and our actions. Such a union of body and soul cannot help but to be fruitful, as the truth takes root in us and Christ is born into the world. Ave Crux, Spes Unica.
March 29, 2025
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