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Waiting is hard. Waiting for pain that you know is coming is the sweat of the Agony of the Garden. Waiting for a joy that you hope for is the extended, held breath of Holy Saturday. Right now, I’m waiting for a new baby to arrive, and each day past my due date is an exercise in patience, hope, trust and acceptance.
I write these words in the Rome airport, on my way to England, where I will deliver a paper on St. John Henry Newman and evangelization.