I feel that books, just like people, have a destiny. Some invite sorrow, others joy, some both.

You know how many reasons we have to be desperate and despairing, the world is not learning anything. We have seen that.

Josiah has a tremendous reputation in the text. He rediscovered the Book of the Law; you remember how Hilkiah the High Priest somehow found it [2 Kings 22:8].

If life is not a celebration, why remember it ? If life --- mine or that of my fellow man --- is not an offering to the other, what are we doing on this earth?

Eternity is the place where questions and answers become one.

After all, God is God because he remembers.

Wherever men and women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or political views, that place must - at that moment - become the center of the universe.