Monday, November 3, 2014


Today I was reading yesterday's meditation in the Magnificat, and these words stuck out to me on "Honoring the Dead."

(In this meditation the author is speaking of parents who visit their son's grave in Russia):
Can it be that their prayers, their tears are fruitless? Can it be that love, sacred, devoted love, is not all-powerful? Oh, no! However passionate, sinning, rebellious the heart hidden in the tomb, the flowers growing over it peep serenely at us with their innocent eyes; they tell us not of eternal peace alone, of that great peace of "indifferent" nature; they tell us too of eternal reconciliation and of life without end."
-Ivan Turgenev's novel, Father and Son.