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“Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away” (Mk 13:31). The word—which seems almost nothing in comparison to the mighty power of the immeasurable material cosmos, like a fleeting breath against the silent grandeur of the universe—the word is more real and more lasting than the entire material world. The word is the true, dependable reality: the solid ground on which we can stand, which holds firm even when the sun goes dark and the firmament disintegrates. The cosmic elements pass away, the word of Jesus is the true "firmament" beneath which we can stand and remain.”

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Book:JESUS OF NAZARETH, Part Two: Holy Week, from the Entrance into Jerusalem to the Resurrection
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JESUS OF NAZARETH, Part Two: Holy Week, from the Entrance into Jerusalem to the Resurrection

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Pope Benedict XVI
Pope Benedict XVI

Pope Benedict XVI, born Joseph Aloisius Ratzinger, was the 265th Pope of the Roman Catholic Church, serving from 2005 to 2013. He had a deep academic background in philosophy and theology, serving as a Cardinal and President of the Pontifical Biblical Commission. During his papacy, Pope Benedict XVI worked to promote church reform and dialogue, emphasizing the importance of traditional doctrine while balancing conservative and reformist forces within the church. more

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