This morning the dome of heaven is swaddled in heavy, gray clouds, but the air is light and crisp and paper-thin, like the translucent veil which divides the Church Militant from the Church Suffering.
“Is heaven my lot?” It should be the most pressing question. It’s a question everyone should ask daily—several times. But something strange—better yet, sinister—has happened.
Today, I spoke to Dave about upcoming Holy Week, Easter, and the resurrection of Christ. I asked him if he believed in the resurrection. It’s a dogma of the faith. It gives us great hope for the future. Unfortunately, he shook his head “no.”
St. Athanasius (A.D. 296 – 373) is best remembered for his defense of the divinity of Jesus Christ against the Arian heresy begun by Arius of Alexandria in the 4th century.
We profess in the Nicene Creed of the Church each Sunday: “I look forward to the resurrection of the dead and the life of the world to come. Amen.” “But are we,” wrote then Joseph Cardinal Ratzinger, “really expecting this resurrection? And eternal life?”