I SIT DOWN AT MY DESK a little after 9 a.m. and pull up the readings for the coming Sunday. It’s both the Second Sunday after Easter and Divine Mercy Sunday. There’s a lot that could be said about both, so I’m not at a loss for homily possibilities. I’m feeling more than a little pressure, however, because I’m starting to prepare so late in the week. It’s a good thing I’ll be able to work most of the day uninterrupted, unless there’s an emergency.
I’m really only getting into looking at the passages when Anna knocks on my door.
“Tom, I’m sorry to bother you, but Olivia Reynolds is here to see you.”
I glance at my calendar. “I don’t have an appointment I forgot about, do I?”
“Oh, no. It’s unscheduled. But she said it was urgent.”
“OK, well, in that case, send her in.”
Anna opens the d
