Sunday, April 16, 2017

Pope Francis 2017 Easter Homily

Over the last few years I have posted the Easter and/or Christmas Homily’s by Pope Francis if they have struck a cord with me when it comes to being an advocate for an unpopular and extremely difficult platform. 

This years Easter homily has two sections that I feel captures what those listed on the U.S. Sex Offender Registries experience but also for their loved ones who are also sacrificed under the guise of public safety. 
  • “Their faces mirror the faces of women, mothers, who weep as they see the lives of their children crushed by massive corruption that strips them of their rights and shatters their dreams.  By daily acts of selfishness that crucify and then bury people’s hopes.  By paralyzing and barren bureaucracies that stand in the way of change.  In their grief, those two women reflect the faces of all those who, walking the streets of our cities, behold human dignity crucified”. 
  • Break down all the walls that keep us locked in our sterile pessimism, in our carefully constructed ivory towers that isolate us from life in our compulsive need for security and in boundless ambition that can make us compromise the dignity of others”.
Below is the entire homily. 

Happy Easter, everyone. 

Mary Devoy

Homily of His Holiness Pope Francis
Easter Vigil
15 April 2017,_2017/1306003

“After the Sabbath, as the first day of the week was dawning, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to see the tomb” (Mt 28:1).  We can picture them as they went on their way…  They walked like people going to a cemetery, with uncertain and weary steps, like those who find it hard to believe that this is how it all ended.  We can picture their faces, pale and tearful.  And their question: can Love have truly died?

Unlike the disciples, the women are present – just as they had been present as the Master breathed his last on the cross, and then, with Joseph of Arimathea, as he was laid in the tomb.  Two women who did not run away, who remained steadfast, who faced life as it is and who knew the bitter taste of injustice.  We see them there, before the tomb, filled with grief but equally incapable of accepting that things must always end this way.