I’ve mentioned before that I thought the pandemic was going to give me some time to read, at long last. Well, we all know what a crazy idea that was. I’m busier than ever.
But somehow I found the time to get into two books this week. One is the first volume of Pope Benedict’s Jesus of Nazareth, which is so rich that I will probably be quoting it in every second homily from now to Christmas. And by Christmas I hope I’ve finished the third volume of the Pope Emeritus’s work, which is about Christmas.
(Note to reader: Of course I am ashamed that I never read it before now, despite several false starts!]