Author: T. Francis Curran

Dear Jesus, Your mother’s sister wrote to tell me that you are risen. The news brought me great joy and tremendous relief. It also made me reflect on my behavior toward you over the years. You are a man now, an old man at 33, and I hope you’ll understand how difficult it was for me to accept the confusing circumstances of your birth. I deal in practical things: wood, and nails. That angel Gabriel coming and going; those three strangers showing up with bizarre gifts ten days after you were born. It was hard for me but looking back…