One of the losses that comes with ordination is that you just don't hear a lot of homilies anymore. You read the classics, of course, and hear bishops, religious superiors, and even Popes preach at larger occasions, but most of the time you don't often hear the plain old day-to-day preaching that can be so honest and encouraging.
Here's a line from a daily Mass homily I heard today:
"We're like people sitting in jail. The bail has been paid and the gates have been opened, but we don't believe it."
Wow. That's the whole tragedy of my so-called spiritual life.
Like things often do, my confrere's words reminded me of a line from New Seeds of Contemplation:
"The devils are very pleased with a soul that comes out of its dry house and shivers in the rain for no other reason than that the house is dry."