Most of us muddle through life oblivious to the symphony of roosters crowing in the background. 

(Editor’s note: The restrictions on worship have been felt across the country, perhaps most profoundly in British Columbia, where indoor services were banned  again just before Easter as COVID cases rose. Our first two letters dealing with the closures are reprinted from The B.C. Catholic)

The little hospice that refused to give in to the steamrolling politics of so-called “medical assistance in dying” is no more.

Progress is a myth. What?! Progress is non-existent? No, but “progress,” if it is to be embraced with enthusiasm, must truly be progress.

Despite the promise of spring in the air, the day had turned windy and blustery, cutting sharply through the heavy jacket I reserve for evenings such as these on the street.

On Easter Sunday, I will receive my first COVID vaccine. When I heard the date, it felt like an intrusion on the day of celebrating the resurrection of Our Lord. Upon reflecting about it for a while, I decided that receiving the vaccine was a fine way to mark the liturgical feast.

It's long since time to break with March Break.

Lives deprived

The government of Argentina — a country that has given us Pope Francis — recently legalized abortion up to the 14th week of pregnancy. It has decided to break God’s fifth commandment — “Thou shalt not kill.” How shameful, disrespectful and irreverent.

Think back a year ago … to an Easter Sunday that reverberated with fear and anxiety as the world’s people tried to grasp the enormity of COVID-19.

We all know that Christ died on the cross. He took on all the sins of mankind and destroyed those sins. He died and was buried and on the third day He rose again from the dead. We call it Easter and that is meant to give us hope that death has lost its final sting.