The Sense Is Always That Community Is

I Have Long Since Come To Believe That People Never Mean Half Of What They Say, And That It Is Best To Disregard Their Talk And Judge Only Their Actions.

The Gospel Takes Away Our Right Forever, To Discriminate Between The Deserving And The Undeserving Poor.

Communities Are Made Up Of The Unlovable As Well As The Lovable.

Advent Is A Time Of Waiting, Of Expectation, Of Silence. Waiting For Our Lord To Be Born. A Pregnant Woman Is So Happy, So Content. She Lives In Such A Garment Of Silence, And It Is As Though She Were Listening To Hear The Stir Of Life Within Her. One Always Hears That Stirring Compared To The Rustling Of A Bird In The Hand. But The Intentness Which Which One Awaits Such Stirring Is Like Nothing So Much As A Blanket Of Silence.

When They Call You A Saint, It Means Basically That You Are Not To Be Taken Seriously.