Corpus Christi is a good opportunity to think on the central mystery of the Mass. So beautiful, yet so difficult to believe in.

But I still go back every day. But does the deer that yearns for the running stream know the chemical composition of the water it drinks?

I always think of this week as the week of Tobit. He’s rather a sympathetic figure. Day by day we hear of his sufferings. He has a nice meal and goes to sleep outside. A bird lets fall its droppings in his eyes and he gradually goes blind. Eventually he marries off his son to Sarah who has lost seven husbands, died on their wedding night.

Have I got that right? It doesn’t matter. The story is about perseverance and victory in it.