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'God seems so distant, so forgetful, so absent.' Sunday Reflections, Palm Sunday of the Passion of the Lord, Year A

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Christ's Entry inot Jerusalem Melozzo da Forli [ Web Gallery of Art ] The Commemoration of the Lord’s Entrance into Jerusalem Matthew 21:1-11 . When they had come near Jerusalem and had reached Bethphage, at the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two disciples, saying to them, ‘Go into the village ahead of you, and immediately you will find a donkey tied, and a colt with her; untie them and bring them to me. If anyone says anything to you, just say this, “The Lord needs them.” And he will send them immediately.’   This took place to fulfil what had been spoken through the prophet, saying, ‘Tell the daughter of Zion, Look, your king is coming to you,     humble, and mounted on a donkey,         and on a colt, the foal of a donkey.’ The disciples went and did as Jesus had directed them; they brought the donkey and the colt, and put their cloaks on them, and he sat on them. A very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road, and others cut branches from the trees an

'If you choose, you can make me clean.' Sunday Reflections, 6th Sunday in Ordinary Time, Year B

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Christ as Saviour , El Greco,  National Gallery of Scotland, Edinburgh  Web Gallery  Gospel   Mark 1:40-45  ( New RSV, Catholic Ed. , Can.)   A leper   came to Jesus begging him, and kneeling   he said to him, “If you choose, you can make me clean.”   Moved with pity,   Jesus   stretched out his hand and touched him, and said to him, “I do choose. Be made clean!”   Immediately the leprosy   left him, and he was made clean.    After sternly warning him he sent him away at once,   saying to him, “See that you say nothing to anyone; but go, show yourself to the priest, and offer for your cleansing what Moses commanded, as a testimony to them.”   But he went out and began to proclaim it freely, and to spread the word, so that Jesus   could no longer go into a town openly, but stayed out in the country; and people came to him from every quarter . Dr Carlo Urbani with his wife Giuliana Chiorrini and their children Towards the end of February 2003 Dr Carlo Urbani, an