An Inuit hunter asked the local missionary priest: "If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?" "No," said the priest, "not if you did not know." "Then why," asked the Inuit earnestly, "did you tell me?"

Christmas and Easter can be subjects for poetry, but Good Friday, like Auschwitz, cannot. The reality is so horrible it is not surprising that people should have found it a stumbling block to faith.

All of god's grace in one precious little face.

A short prayer pierces heaven.

From Ghoulies and Ghosties And Long Leggetty Beasties And things that go bump in the night Good Lord, deliver us.