Two weeks ago my nephew lost a leg and a foot in Afghanistan . He had wanted to serve people in a more substantial way than as a manager of a bar which had been his prior occupation. So he joined the Rangers and became a medic. He learned to apply tourniquets, and to perform emergency tracheotomies, inject intravenous fluids to keep soldiers alive and get them off the battlefield and into a medical facility. To do this work he had to put himself in harms way. He played a kind of "catcher in the rye".

“This is my body which will be given up for you and for all that sins might be forgiven,” He said, before becoming a casualty of that spiritual war in which we are all combatants. Love, that much over worked word, love is about giving up one’s body, not primarily in sex acts, but in the day to day service offered to those we care about.