Just the other day, I stumbled across Pope Francis’ talk, his exhortation, that he gave on Ash Wednesday in the ancient church of Santa Sabina in Rome.
The scriptures are all over the place today, taking us from the receding waters of a flood after “40 days and 40 nights” of rain to 40 days in a dry and barren wasteland; from an image of birds and animals, two by two, on Noah’s ark
Is there a gloomier person in the scriptures than Job? Life is drudgery, a drag, endless days, restless nights, months of misery, time flies, no hope. Ending with, “I shall not see happiness again.