Each Sunday millions of Catholics gather the world over to celebrate an event of cosmic proportions: an event in which the meaning of time itself unfolds; an event of incomparable joy in which the eschatological dimension of man’s existence is encountered, and on which the foundation of hope and joy held in every Christian heart is based.
The proconsul read Cyprian’s condemnation and the multitude cried, “Let us be beheaded with him!” He was taken into the grounds, to a hollow surrounded by trees, into which many of the people climbed. Cyprian took off his cloak, knelt down, and prayed.
Given humankind’s fallen state, God had to do something radical to move men’s hearts to conversion; otherwise, we would hardly have noticed.
For many of us the question of God’s existence seems more an accusation against Christianity than a question, yet it is a fair question, and there are many who sincerely ask it.
If we comply with the corruption of this age, living according to its evil tenets and communicating it to others through our willing adherence to its errors, we might well live more comfortably: we might receive approbation from the powerful and attain to high status among a society gone awry, plagued by moral fragmentation. In the end, however, we will have lost everything that really matters.