An open‑air crib at the entrance to Terminal 1 in Dublin Airport greets the thousands who pass through each day of this Christmas season. Just a few hundred metres away stands the modern airport church, its bell tower proclaiming boldly that God is love.
After leaving some Christmas visitors at Departures, I slipped inside the airport church to join fellow Christians for the Eucharist on this Epiphany day. A kindly Capuchin priest of African background welcomed us all, pausing to greet especially two young children near the front.
Life moves quickly—from birth to death we pass along in a quick procession. Before long, a new generation will take our place in the living tradition of faith. They will, God willing, hear the same stories of the Magi, of Jesus, Mary and Joseph, and receive the same sacrament of the Lord’s Body and Blood.
Will there be faith? I believe there will, even if for a time it survives only in a small remnant before Christ is born again in new and surprising ways. There will be a second spring. For now, we simply sow seeds while we still have the light of day.
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