An Easter Message
There are moments in life when time seems to thin… when heaven and earth feel closer than breath… when the ordinary world grows quiet, and something eternal begins to speak. Today, as the rain fell and the streets emptied, I sat alone in my office and felt it — that deep, unmistakable pull inward. Good Friday. A day of silence. A day of surrender. A day where something sacred hides before it is revealed. And I sensed that my place, in that moment, was to be hidden too. But then my spirit moved forward… to Easter morning. I saw light. I saw gathering. I saw joy breaking through like dawn after a long night. I saw us at St. Ansgar’s — not just attending, but arriving . I saw a vision of what could be… what perhaps is already unfolding beneath the surface of what we call reality. A great celebration. A community awakened. A world not defined by pain, injustice, or struggle — but transformed by love, restoration, and truth. I saw Christy radiant — whole, free, restored beyond what any...