On this solemn feast of Corpus Christi, we celebrate a mystery that is both divine and intensely human: Jesus gives Himself- Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity- not as an idea to admire, but as food to consume. In the Eucharist, God does not merely visit us; He becomes part of us.

The Trinity is not a puzzle to solve, but a mystery to enter. Father, Son, and Holy Spirit- distinct yet one, eternal love poured out and shared. On this solemn feast, we are not invited to grasp everything intellectually, but to let ourselves be drawn into the beauty of divine relationship. In today’s Gospel, Jesus says to His disciples, “Everything that the Father has is mine… He will take from what is mine and declare it to you” (John 16:15).

Pentecost is not just a commemoration of something that happened 2,000 years ago- it is a celebration of what continues to happen when the Spirit of God moves in the hearts of believers. On that first Pentecost, the Holy Spirit descended not with whispers, but with wind and fire (Acts 2:1–11). The disciples, once locked in fear, were filled with courage. Their speech changed. Their mission began.

As Jesus ascends into heaven, the disciples stand staring upward- bewildered, amazed, maybe even a bit lost. Then two men in white appear with a question that still pierces our hearts today: “Men of Galilee, why are you standing there looking at the sky?” (Acts 1:11). It’s not a rebuke- it’s a reminder. Jesus may have ascended, but the mission has just begun.

The Ascension is not the end of Jesus’ story; it is the continuation of His presence through the Church. Far from abandoning His disciples, Jesus entrusts them with a task: “You will be my witnesses… to the ends of the earth” (Acts 1:8). And He assures them they won’t do it alone- “I am sending the promise of my Father upon you… you will be clothed with power from on high” (Luke 24:49).

In the Gospel this Sunday, Jesus speaks to hearts that are anxious- perhaps like our own. He promises peace, but not the kind the world gives: not comfort without trial, not control over every circumstance. His peace is deeper. It is the peace of knowing we are not alone, even when life feels uncertain. It is the peace of a God who makes His home with us.

“Whoever loves me will keep my word,” Jesus says, “and my Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our dwelling with him” (John 14:23). This is one of the most intimate promises in Scripture: that the Trinity desires to dwell within us. We are not just followers of Jesus- we are His dwelling place. And where God dwells, peace takes root.

We live in a world that aches for renewal- hearts longing for healing, relationships in need of restoration, lives yearning for purpose. Into this longing, Jesus speaks through the voice in Revelation: “Behold, I make all things new” (Rev 21:5). This is not a poetic ideal; it is a divine promise. Easter is not just the celebration of an event in the past- it is the unveiling of a new creation already breaking into the world through the resurrection of Christ.

In the Gospel, Jesus prepares His disciples for what lies ahead by giving them something profoundly simple- and deeply demanding: “Love one another. As I have loved you, so you also should love one another” (John 13:34). This is His parting gift, His final command. It is the foundation of the new order.

On this Good Shepherd Sunday, we are invited to rest in the simple but profound truth: we are known. Not in passing, not abstractly, but intimately and personally. Jesus does not speak of crowds or concepts- He speaks of sheep. Vulnerable, dependent, yet chosen and beloved. He says, “I know them,” and in that knowing, we find comfort, identity, and direction.

In a noisy world full of competing voices, the voice of the Shepherd stands apart. It does not coerce or confuse; it calls. His voice is not always loud, but it is always loving. The question is: do we listen? Do we still our hearts long enough to recognize the Shepherd’s voice amid the noise of fear, pressure, and distraction?

In today’s Gospel, we find the disciples drifting back to what’s familiar. After the crucifixion, even after encountering the Risen Jesus, Peter says, “I am going fishing.” It is not a dramatic moment- it’s a quiet return to routine, to something he can control. But Jesus doesn’t leave him there. He meets Peter again, not in glory, but on the shoreline, with fish on a fire and bread ready to share.