Many of us were glued to our screens this week as the spire atop Notre Dame cathedral burned and fell to the ground. I had the same feeling as when I watched the first tower at the World Trade Center collapse in 2001 - something like being kicked in the gut. Thankfully, this time there was no loss of life. It was more about the loss of something precious and something holy. Caroline and I were fortunate to be in Paris several years ago, and we visited Notre Dame Cathedral. I remember we were filled with awe over the scale, the beauty, the history, and the majesty. I saw in the news that some of the relics in the cathedral were saved, including the Crown of Thorns worn by Jesus on the cross. Over the coming months, I will watch with anticipation as the cathedral rises up out of the ashes and is restored to its full glory. This Easter week, I also hope that I am able to see more clearly the risen Jesus.
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