There is a well-regarded old man in the parish--really, that doesn't seem to cover it--who was reported to have said the other day, "One more day. One more day closer!" This is my last day being 35. I can't say I think about dying routinely. I'd also be lying if I said I had as much hope as he does. I pray for graces I can't possibly understand. What will it mean to enjoy the fullness of God's glory? I only know that the love in the eyes of Christ is greater than whatever is holding us back. Doesn't it say, "If God is for us, who can be against us?" I want to say I have enough hope to let Christ look at me. We both know that I'm not like him. But there is no disgust, no revulsion. It's that love that makes me let go of everything that is not like him. Stay with me, Lord.