Help Someone In Distress And You Lighten

If You Do Not Live Out Your Faith Enthusiastically, Maybe You Don't Have Any Faith.

The Life Of Each And Every One Of Us Has Been Written. The Crucifix Is My Autobiography. The Blood Is The Ink. The Nails The Pen. The Skin The Parchment. On Every Line Of That Body I Can Trace My Life. In The Crown Of Thorns I Can Read My Pride. In The Hands That Are Dug With Nails, I Can Read Avarice And Greed. In The Flesh Hanging From Him Like Purple Rags, I Can Read My Lust. In Feet That Are Fettered, I Can Find The Times That I Ran Away And Would Not Let Him Follow. Any Sin That You Can Think Of Is Written There.

Sex Divorced From Love, Instead Of Raising Man By Taking Him Away From Himself, Drags Him Down To The Hall Of Mirrors Where He Is Always Confronted With Self. Sex Does Not Care About The Person, But About The Act. The Fig Leaf Which Once Was Put Over The Secret Parts Of Man And Woman In Sculpture Is Now Put Over The Face. The Person Does Not Matter.

Counsel Involving Right And Wrong Should Never Be Sought From A Man Who Does Not Say His Prayers.

Liberty Is No Heirloom. It Requires The Daily Bread Of Self-denial, The Salt Of Law And, Above All, The Backbone Of Acknowledging Responsibility For Our Deeds.