Looking at the Shroud truly brought me back to that squalid little hill just outside the walls of Jerusalem in the third decade of the Christian era when a young man was tortured to death. The face of that figure comes to me: peaceful, noble, strange, magnetizing, which reveals at the same time the profundity of human misery and the fullness of divine mercy.
The face of the crucified God reveals the entire drama and all the poetry of the Christian faith, the Answer that is anything but easy, the Word that surpasses the word of any philosopher…