Friday, March 16, 2018

What’s in the Bottle, Water or Gold?

I like water. Water is a good thing. In fact, a recent magazine article pointed out that water is one of the five basic necessities human beings require to stay alive. (The other four crucial items are oxygen, warmth, donuts, and comfortable pillows.)

If I remember correctly from high school biology class, 90-percent of the human body is made up of water. This does not include college students, of course, whose bodies are comprised of 90-percent beer.

Since 90-percent of our bodies are water, if we had no water we would definitely lose some weight, but I suspect our overall appearance might not be exactly in the fashion model category. Without any water we’d probably look very much like a big pile of dryer lint.

Water is an important aspect of many enjoyable activities. For example, it makes swimming noticeably more fun. In the Olympics, 10-meter platform divers REALLY appreciate water. And I’m pretty sure water makes showering noticeably more effective.

I can only think of a handful of instances when I find water annoying: when it enters my house uninvited through a leaky roof; when it soaks the front seat of my car because I drove to work with the windows cracked open and no one told me it was going to rain later that day; and when I hit a perfectly straight tee shot, but the mysterious magnetic forces lurking in ponds suddenly grab my golf ball in mid-flight and cause it to curve, producing a heartbreaking splash.

But all things considered, I really like water. What I don’t like, nor do I understand, is the current mania surrounding BOTTLED water. Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t bottled water, by definition, a bottle with some water in it?

If so, then why does bottled water cost the same — and sometimes more — than other bottled products containing soft drinks, juice, milk, and yes, even beer?

Last week I stopped at a highway rest area, and the vending machine offered the following products: Coke, Sprite, orange soda, iced tea, and bottled water. Each item came in a 20-ounce bottle, and each item was the exact same price: $2.00.

By the way, that works out to be ten cents per ounce, which translates into $12.80 per gallon, which means water, plain old water, costs almost FIVE times more than gasoline!

How can a product with an ingredients list consisting of a single word — “water” — cost the same as products with multiple ingredients and complicated refining processes?

If you think the vending machine is a rip-off, a few years ago I went to a baseball game at Yankee Stadium. It was a hot, sunny afternoon, and by the 6th inning I was on the verge of becoming a big pile of dryer lint. So, I flagged down a vendor selling bottled water and ordered one. He handed me a rather small bottle. I handed him a five-dollar bill. He stood there staring at me. I stood there staring at him. I thought to myself, “Surely he doesn’t think I’m going to let him keep the change as a tip?” The vendor finally broke the awkward silence by saying, “Ain’t enough money. It costs six-fifty.”

Then I saw the button pinned to his shirt: “Bottled water - $6.50.” Then I shouted something I don’t usually say, but which is fairly common in New York City.

It’s time to boycott over-priced, fancy-shamsy bottled water products. Everyone should buy a reusable plastic bottle at Wal-Mart (98 cents each), and then fill it each morning at the kitchen sink. Doesn’t that make sense? Or when it comes to bottled water, am I all wet?

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Billy Graham: Servant of God

When the Rev. Billy Graham died last month, my first thought was, “Now, there was a guy who devoted his whole life to preaching the Good News of Jesus Christ.” Well, to be honest, my actual first thought was, “Billy Graham was still alive? Huh, I thought he died a long time ago.”

But there’s no doubt Billy Graham’s life mission was to encourage people to enter into a personal relationship with Jesus. And boy, did he ever succeed. The news reports about his death included a glowing tribute from Cardinal Dolan of New York, and mentioned Graham’s close friendship with St. Pope John Paul the Great.

Way back in the 1950s, long before the Second Vatican Council’s more ecumenical approach toward other faith traditions, Billy Graham was actively reaching out to Catholics. This was quite bold and risky behavior, and many of Graham’s fellow Southern Baptists were outraged.

Even today, some anti-Catholic fundamentalists criticize Graham for allowing, as they put it, “Romish influence to compromise the purity of the real Gospel.”

However, the animosity is not just one-way. Many Catholics have been wary of Billy Graham for years. I can remember as a kid hearing adults in the parish grumbling about his televised crusades. “Bible thumping phony,” is the phrase I remember hearing often. Upon his death last month, certain corners of the Catholic blogosphere dismissed Graham and his ministry for the unpardonable sin of being a Protestant and therefore a heretic.

Wow, when will it ever end?

I’m pretty sure I discussed this last year, but let’s review what the Catechism of the Catholic Church has to say about our separated brethren. There are four key points the Catechism makes about people in Protestant denominations:

First, the Catechism notes that they “possess the Word of God.” Protestant Bibles have the same divinely-inspired message as Catholic Bibles. We believe these sacred texts contain the truth God wished to share with us, and therefore, Protestants are in possession of God’s Holy Word.

Next, the Catholic Catechism explains that Protestants have valid baptism. Have you ever noticed at the Easter Vigil that some people converting into the Catholic Church receive three sacraments: Baptism, Eucharist, and Confirmation; while others receive only two: Eucharist and Confirmation? This is because they’ve already been baptized in a Protestant community, and whether it was Congregational, Baptist, Methodist, etc., it was a valid baptism that forgave Original Sin and imparted divine grace. There’s no need for them to get baptized again.
Third, the Catholic Catechism says Protestants have the right to be called Christians. If the focus of their faith is Jesus Christ and His teachings, then how could we possibly say they are not Christians?

Finally, and most importantly, the Catechism says our separated brethren in the Protestant communities have the “means of salvation.” The reason sincere and faithful Protestants can go to Heaven is simple: if you have even a little Jesus, you have a LOT of Jesus. The Lord’s mercy and grace and supernatural Spirit are so powerful, even a little bit of Him is more than enough to forgive sins and conquer death once and for all.

When Billy Graham died, many news outlets printed one of his famous quotes: “Someday you will read or hear that Billy Graham is dead. Don’t believe a word of it. I shall be more alive than I am now. I will just have changed my address. I will have gone into the presence of God.”

This is the heart of the Gospel, whether preached in Catholic or Protestant churches. This is the promise of Jesus Himself, who declared, “Whoever believes in [me] shall not perish but shall have eternal life” (John 3:16).

Billy Graham did more than just about anyone in modern history to spread this wonderful message around the world. And I’m sure last month he heard the Lord say to him, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”

Friday, March 9, 2018

We miss you, Dad

Here is the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to write:

Mr. William L. “Bill” Dunn, of Park Drive, Clinton, died peacefully surrounded by loved ones at Middlesex Hospital in Middletown, on February 16, 2018, at the age of 86.

Bill is survived by his loving wife of 63 years, Jane H. Dunn, and his children and their spouses, William (Joyce) of Torrington; Timothy (Paula) of Nashville, TN; Kathryn Scott (Joseph) of Portland; Jeremiah (Nancy) of Clinton; and Cornelius (Cynthia) of Newtown. Bill was preceded in death by his parents, Jeremiah and M. Loretta Dunn, and his siblings, Anna, Daniel, Loretta, Jane, and Elizabeth. He is survived by 11 grandchildren and two great grandchildren.

Born on December 22, 1931, in New Haven, CT, Bill graduated from Hillhouse High School and in 1954 received a Bachelor’s degree from New Haven State Teachers College (now Southern Connecticut State University). He also earned advanced degrees from the University of Connecticut and the University of Rhode Island. He served four years in the U.S. Navy Reserve and two years in the U.S. Army, but did not root for Navy during the annual Army/Navy football game because the Army never made him seasick.

Bill worked as a teacher in the New Haven school system for 27 years, and during the summers was head lifeguard at the Clinton Town Beach. He organized and ran the Town Beach youth program each summer, and could be found most sunny days perched on a lifeguard chair, and in the days before sunblock, he would wear an oversized pith helmet and protect his nose and lips with bright white zinc oxide. Bill also was the first Parks and Recreation director for the town of Clinton. Upon retiring from teaching, Bill began a second career as the Public Relations Director for the Connecticut Water Company, where he relished the opportunities to charter small planes and take aerial photographs of Water Company properties. He later was elected and served four years as a Probate Court Judge.

Bill was very active in the community, serving as a Clinton Police commissioner, Vice Chair of the Democratic Town Committee, past President of the Clinton Rotary Club, past President of the Clinton Men’s Softball League, past Director of the Clinton Chamber of Commerce, a Founder and past President of the Clinton Touchdown Club and head coach of the mighty Clinton Packers.

A longtime fan of the Boston Red Sox, New York Giants, Notre Dame football, and UConn basketball, Bill also was a life member of the Elks Club in Westbrook, and a parishioner of St. Mary Church of the Visitation in Clinton. Bill took great pride in his Irish heritage, and was named Irishman of the Year by the Elks Club in 1976.

During much of his adult life, Bill worked many part-time jobs to help support his family. But despite his busy schedule, he always found time to share his knowledge and experience with his children and grandchildren, whether it was the proper way to sing an Irish ballad or how to throw a sharp-breaking curveball. In addition, he loved to work in his garden and tinker at his work bench in the garage. During his final years, he enjoyed nothing better than to drive down to the docks and eat lunch while gazing at his beloved Clinton Harbor.

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I’m going to miss you, Dad. You lived a long, full life, but it still hurts that you’re gone. Please save some seats for us next to Jesus. And since St. Patrick’s Day is coming soon, you can be sure I’ll raise a glass of green O’Doul’s in your honor.

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

God’s Love Is Overwhelming

In this weekend’s readings at Mass, one major theme runs through all three Scripture passages: God’s incredible love for His people.

In the first reading, from Second Chronicles, we learn that God sent messengers and prophets “early and often” to the nation of Judah, “for He had compassion on His people.” Although they were the recipients of God’s love and care, the people often ignored the Lord and went their own way, which led to lots of trouble. (Hmm, that sounds a lot like us nowadays!)

In this week’s second reading, St. Paul taught that salvation is a free, undeserved gift from God. He wrote, “For by grace you have been saved through faith, and this is not from you; it is the gift of God; it is not from works, so no one may boast. For we are his handiwork, created in Christ Jesus for the good works that God has prepared in advance.”

We don’t deserve to be saved, but God offers salvation because of His love for us. We then perform good works—loving God with all our heart and our neighbor as ourselves—as a natural outpouring of gratitude for being offered the gift of salvation. To clarify a major Catholic-Protestant argument over the centuries, we are not saved BY good works, we are instead saved FOR good works.

Think of it this way: if someone gives you a birthday present, do you accept it joyfully, or do you reach for your checkbook and glumly ask, “OK, how much do I owe you?” How rude! And if the birthday present is worth $100 but you only have $20 in your checking account, this gesture is not only rude, it’s foolish. Since God’s gift of salvation is priceless, how can we possibly pay for it? To think that we can “earn” our way into Heaven by our own efforts is, I hate to be blunt, both rude AND foolish.

Finally, in the Gospel reading this weekend, Jesus offers what is probably the most famous verse in the whole Bible—John 3:16—the one-sentence summary of the entire Good News message: “For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him might not perish but might have eternal life.”

God’s love for us is overwhelming and unlimited. Also, it’s remarkable that He loves us at all, since the history of mankind has been a steady stream of selfishness, ingratitude, hypocrisy, cruelty, idolatry and apostasy. If you’re not convinced, just read the morning paper each day for the next few weeks. Frankly, I were God (and let’s all offer a heartfelt “Thank God!” that I’m not), I would have given up on mankind a long time ago.

But God does love us. So much so, in fact, that He gave His one and only Son to pay the ultimate price for our sinfulness—Jesus, the sinless lamb, nailed to the cross as an atoning sacrifice.

The only thing we need to “do” to receive this love of God is just that: receive it. All we have to do is accept it, embrace it, believe it. We simply put our faith and trust and hope in God—and that’s it. If we truly accept and embrace God’s love, His Spirit will fill our hearts and our good works surely will follow.

Jesus said “the light came into the world,” meaning the light of God’s truth and love and forgiveness. He then explained that many people “hate the light,” preferring instead the evil and wicked works of darkness. Let’s not make that mistake. 

The light of God’s love is shining brightly in the world. Embrace it—embrace HIM—and let His love and peace and joy fill your heart.

Sunday, March 4, 2018


Eulogy for William L. Dunn, 1931-2018. Funeral Mass at St. Mary

Church of the Visitation, Clinton, Conn. Feb. 24, 2018.

On behalf of my mom and the rest of the Dunn family, I want to thank you so much for coming here today and supporting us during this difficult time. We really appreciate it.

Did you happen to read my dad’s obituary in the paper? Two graduate degrees. Four years in the Navy Reserve. Two years in the Army. School teacher in New Haven for 27 years. Head lifeguard at the town beach. Created and ran the Town Beach summer youth program. Clinton’s first ever Park and Rec Director. Then, after retiring from teaching, a second career as Public Relations Director for the Water company. And then 4 years as probate judge.

Then… in his spare time, he was a Clinton Police commissioner, Vice Chair of the Democratic Town Committee, past President of the Clinton Rotary Club, past President of the Clinton Men’s Softball League, past Director of the Clinton Chamber of Commerce, a Founder and past President of the Clinton Touchdown Club, and a former board member of the Connecticut Economic Resource Center.

And he taught us how to swim, how to throw a curve ball, and how to shoot foul shots. He built a full-size basketball hoop and backboard in the yard, a puppet show theater, doll houses for the grandkids, and he built 3 additions onto the family home—all of which, I’m happy to report, are still standing and not leaking.

He loved working in his garden, and tinkering at his work bench in the garage, and some of his colorful creations are still the talk of the neighborhood.

When did he find time to sleep? 
I’d like to share a few thoughts about my dad. The first thought is similar to a famous quote by Mark Twain, who said, “When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have him around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.”

I can relate. When I was a teenager, I was pretty sure I knew everything, and I was certain my father knew nothing. But only after I became an adult, and especially after I got married and started a family, did I begin to appreciate and admire what my father did.
First and foremost was the fact he and my mom raised 5 kids. After raising 2 children with Joyce, I can’t comprehend how they were able to handle 5! (Look up.) OK, Aunt Loretta and Aunt Liz are looking down right now and saying, “Um… Hello?”

If you don’t know, my Aunt Liz had 8 children, and my Aunt Loretta had 6. They probably said to my parents, “Are you guys even Catholic?!”

Anyway, he raised 5 kids on a teacher’s salary. If you remember, back in the ‘60s and ‘70s, teachers were paid less than a trainee at McDonald’s. But Dad always worked extra part-time jobs to make ends meet. And we always had a roof over our head, food on the table, shirts on our backs, and sneakers on our feet. (That’s right: we had no pants.)
When I think back to our youth, now from an adult perspective, I’m amazed at my dad’s courage. He did things I would be too cautious to even bother trying.

For example, in the mid-60s, he and a few other men in town—Jim Beardsley, John Davis, Bob Richards, Hank DeMazza—decided we needed a youth football program. So, they just went out and created one out of thin air.

At the time, I had no idea how hard they worked to make that dream a reality. And how much resistance they faced: all the people who mocked them and said there were too many obstacles. But they did it, and Dad was one of the founding fathers of the Clinton Touchdown Club, one of the club’s presidents, and the head coach of the mighty Clinton Packers. Countless hours, and all volunteer. 
I remember another time when my father displayed amazing courage and perseverance: the Summer of the Lobster Pots.

My father loved lobster; it was a real treat. An in the late 60s he was upset that the price of lobster had gone up to something like 65 cents a pound. Highway robbery!

So, he decided to get lobsters directly out of Long Island Sound. He bought a used boat, which he named the “Leprechaun.” He bought a brand new outboard motor. He got the registration and insurance. He rented a slip at the town dock. He bought 6 new lobster pots, and paid for the special fishing license. He made buoys out of old Clorox bottles, and painted them green.

Finally, he got the bait fish. Since lobsters are scavengers, the older and smellier the bait, the better. And there’s nothing more invigorating to the senses then filling up a bucket with fish that’s been sitting in the sun for 3 days, and then driving from Westbrook over to the docks in Clinton with that bucket inside the green van. What a fun ride.

So, he put his 6 pots out by the breakwater past Clinton Harbor, with the pots at the bottom and rope connecting them to the buoys on the surface. And we started catching lobsters. It was great.

However, after a while, we found out that professional lobster fishermen don’t take too kindly to amateur lobster fishermen. One day we chugged out to the breakwater in the Leprechaun and discovered all of our lines had been cut. The green buoys had drifted away and the pots were lost at the bottom of the Sound.

That ended the lobster adventure, but we ate a lot of lobster that summer, and if you add up the cost of the boat, the motor, the insurance, the license, the lobster pots, and the bait, it worked out to only 300 dollars a pound. 
My dad embarked on many other adventures, such as the Baseball Road Trip. One day he and myself and Timmy and Jerry piled into the van, and we headed out on a Friday afternoon. We saw a Mets game that night in New York, a game in Philadelphia the next day, and a Red Sox-Orioles double-header on Sunday in Baltimore. And we slept in the van at rest areas along the Jersey Turnpike. It seemed like the Ritz-Carleton to us—except with no shower, and you had to walk across a parking lot and use the bathroom with a bunch of truckers. But we loved it!

The greatest adventure of all had to be the famous cross-country trip. My dad bought a pop-up camper trailer, and hitched it to the green van. All 7 of us piled into the van and we went on a 30-day, 7,000 mile saga around North America.

On that journey we saw Niagara Falls, Mount Rushmore, Yellowstone Park, the Golden Gate Bridge, LA, Disneyland, and Las Vegas. We stayed at the Arcand’s house in Washington State during the middle of the trip.

We almost lost the camper in Idaho; almost lost our lives in East St. Louis; and almost lost our minds if we hadn’t returned home when we did. But it was an amazing adventure. Such vivid memories, even though it’s been almost a half-century ago. 
My dad had loads of courage, and when he wanted to do something, he just went out and made it happen. And he had tons of perseverance. Sometimes we may have instead used the word stubborn. But he was a bulldog; he was not a quitter.

My father lived a long, full life. He strongly believed it was important to do things, not just sit around and think about doing things. Which made it so frustrating for him these last few years. But he leaves behind a terrific legacy. He was all about family. The family was the most important thing in his life. 

During these recent difficult and sad days, I’ve been clinging to my favorite Bible verse: John 16:33. Jesus told his followers: “In this world you will have tribulation.” Well, no kidding, Lord. Life has a lot of heartache and sadness, sickness and pain, sin and death.

Then the next thing Jesus said was, “But be of good cheer.” Um, what? Life is filled with pain, but we’re supposed to pretend everything is fine?

Well, it all makes sense when you include the final phrase. The entire statement Jesus made was: “In this world you will have tribulation, but be of good cheer, for I have overcome the world.”

That’s the key: Jesus has overcome the world, and all its pain and sorrow. His death paid the price for our sins, and his Resurrection conquered death once and for all. And best of all, he promised that if we put our faith in him, we too can live forever in the paradise of Heaven.
And I am 100% convinced that just one week ago my dad had a wonderful reunion with his mother and father; with his brother Dan, and sisters Anna, Loretta, Jane, and Liz. And all the pain and struggle he endured in recent years is over.

And I’m convinced that we will have a wonderful reunion with him someday, because God’s love and mercy are more powerful than sin and death.

So, thank you again for coming here today. Please join us afterward in the church hall for a reception—and there’s tons of food, so you gotta come. We can share a few tears and share a few laughs. But most of all, we can be of good cheer despite this tribulation, because the Lord has overcome the world.

Thanks again, and God bless.

Friday, March 2, 2018

Bagpipes Part 3: Aye Love a Parade

I’ve been writing this humor column every week for almost 17 years. During that time, I’ve had a secret wish to see one of my columns go viral. I envisioned someone reading a column one day and saying, “Wow, this is really funny!” and then posting it to social media, where it quickly spread around the world. In a matter of hours, the congratulatory emails would come pouring in.

Well, a few weeks ago I wrote a snarky column about bagpipes, and it indeed went viral.

Here’s a little word of wisdom, kids: Be careful what you wish for.

Someone did read that essay and said, “Wow, this is really…” but the sentence did not end with the word “funny.” And it was posted to social media and quickly spread around the world. In a matter of hours, the emails did come pouring in, but they weren’t exactly congratulatory, unless a secondary definition of the word congratulatory is: “wishing someone’s eyeballs get pecked out by angry crows.”

It didn’t go over very well, to say the least, and many correspondents encouraged me to learn a little bit about a subject before launching into mockery mode. I’ve never let ignorance stop me from bloviated before, but this time I thought it might be a good idea. So, I sent an email to the Police Pipes and Drums of Waterbury and explained that I’d like to learn more about bagpipes, meet some of the guys, and sit in on a rehearsal.

The first response I got was: “We were alerted to your column. We are considering your request.”

You know how sometimes you really can’t tell a person’s tone of voice with just an email? This was not one of those times.

Later in the day, I received a much friendlier note, which invited me to attend their next rehearsal. I started thinking, “Hmm, this could be a set-up. My family may never see me again. If they kill me, I at least hope one of them plays at my funeral.”

I arrived at the rehearsal with much trepidation, but they quickly put me at ease. It turns out they are a terrific bunch of guys and gals. We laughed a lot and they displayed a great deal of compassion and forgiveness. (The fact that I walked out of there under my own power is proof.)

I spent time chatting with Pipe Major Angus MacDonald, a burly and bearded young man with tattoos and a Harley-Davidson jacket, and who is absolutely passionate about bagpipes. His father and grandfather were pipers, and he was named after a famous bagpipe player.

The Police Pipe and Drums of Waterbury were formed about a quarter-century ago. In 1992, Waterbury police officer Walter Williams was murdered in the line of duty. Pipers were summoned from New York City to play at his funeral. Afterward, some local folks decided Waterbury should have a bagpipe outfit, and so the group was created.

They’re now entering the busy season. They will be marching in St. Patrick’s Day parades on March 3rd in Waterbury and March 11th in New Haven. And on the 17th, the big day itself, they are scheduled to participate in something called the “St. Patrick’s Day Shenanigans Pub Crawl” in Waterbury. I’m not exactly sure what that is, but it seems to me it’s difficult enough to play the bagpipes, let alone do it with a pitcher of green beer in your hand.

During rehearsal, I quickly discovered they are very, very talented. That is not an easy instrument to master. When they played “Amazing Grace,” it brought a wee tear to me eye. 

Go to the parade on Saturday and watch them. Maybe I’ll see you there.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Christianity is ‘Revealed Religion’

Last week I discussed a recent visit to my cardiologist. While waiting in the exam room, I noticed posters on the wall that show the complexity of the human cardiovascular system. I wondered how a doctor possibly could be an atheist, given his or her knowledge of the intricacy and precision of biological life. It is impossible for life to have developed on this planet by accident without any outside guidance or design. There are simply too many interconnected systems within living organisms, all working in perfect unison. The formula for atheism is: Chaos + Chance + Time = Intricate Precision. That just doesn’t add up. Therefore, there has to be a supernatural Creator behind it all.

I quoted from St. Paul’s letter to the Romans: “God’s eternal power and divinity can be understood by what He has made” (Romans 1:20). Paul is correct. By what God has made, particularly living organisms, we can understand that He is powerful and intelligent and supernatural. But we can’t know much else about Him. We know He exists and He created the world, but we don’t know His personality, His plan, or His purpose.

That’s why Christianity is described as “Revealed Religion.” After creating the world, God took the extra step of revealing Himself to us, that is, communicating with us so we could know His personality, His plan, and His purpose. God’s revelation also answers the deep and philosophical questions we have about ourselves: Who are we? How did we get here? Where are we going?

There are many people nowadays who do not believe in divine revelation. Oh, they accept that God exists—they are not atheists—but they do not accept that the Creator God has ever communicated directly with mankind. These people are known as deists. The basic belief of deism is that God created the Universe, and mankind in it, and then went on vacation. He had no further interaction with His creation.

But if you think about it, deism doesn’t really make sense. Deists acknowledge that God created mankind, which means He created us with distinct personalities and with the ability to communicate. (And if you’ve ever stood in line behind a group of high school girls, you’d say the COMPULSION to communicate.)

We know by logic and reason that the created being cannot be greater than its Creator. In other words, if we humans have the ability to think and to use words, then it’s impossible for our Creator not to have these same abilities. So, we can reasonably deduce that God has a personality and He has the ability to communicate.

Now, here’s the question we have to ask: What are the odds that God, after going to all the trouble of creating beings with the ability to communicate—the same ability He possesses—would then choose NOT to communicate with His creatures?

The only thing that makes sense it that the God of all Creation, who made the heavens and the earth, did NOT create mankind and then go off on a permanent vacation. He made us because of His love, and He loves us too much to abandon us. That is exactly what God’s revelation tells us: He created us to be in a loving relationship with Him, and He “will never leave us nor forsake us.”

The pinnacle of God’s revelation was the Incarnation, when the second person of the Trinity, Jesus Christ, became one of us in order to fully reveal God’s will.

If we ponder what exists in our world—for example, the human cardiovascular system while waiting for the doctor—we can know that God is real and that He is powerful and supernatural. But that’s about it. To know the rest of the story, God had to reveal Himself to us. Thankfully, He did just that. As a result, we can know His personality and His plan. We also can know our true identity, our purpose in life, and our ultimate destination.