“I wonder if, like newborn children, we go through our lives looking for a face, longing for a particular gaze that calms and fills us, that loves and welcomes us…
It is an imponderable thought that the Giver of Faces, the face of heaven itself, the face for which every heart yearns, became a wee babe, misty eyed and helpless, looking Himself for the tender face of His mother on the night of the angels.”
— Mar 17, 2026 10:06PM
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