Today we celebrate the memory of Jesus' maternal grandparents. They were perhaps very ordinary people, apart from having a daughter whom God brought into the world without the effects of original sin. But maybe they didn't even have a sense of that great mystery.
It makes me think about ancestors and grandparents. From what little I know about my own grandparents, I already realize that there is a lot of them in me. It's one of those things that touches the mystery of human being; there's a lot about yourself that you don't know and perhaps can't ever know.
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