Friday, March 17, 2017

Your ways, O Lord, make known to me!


I wept heretofore for him that was afflicted,
and my soul had compassion on the poor.
~Job 30:25

A homeless man bundled up in blankets in a doorway in Manhattan during winter storm Stella

So long as there are poor, I am poor;
So long as there are prisons, I am a prisoner;
So long as there are sick, I am weak;
So long as there is ignorance, I must learn the truth;
So long as there is hate, I must love;
So long as there is hunger, I am famished.
~Ven. Fulton J. Sheen

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