A Man May Stand For The Justice

The Christmas Gift Of Peace Was The Uncoiling Of The Links Of A Triple Chain That First Unites A Person With God, Then With Himself, Then With His Neighbor.

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.

The Wicked Fear The Good, Because The Good Are A Constant Reproach To Their Consciences. The Ungodly Like Religion In The Same Way That They Like Lions, Either Dead Or Behind Bars; They Fear Religion When It Breaks Loose And Begins To Challenge Their Consciences.

America, It Is Said, Is Suffering From Intolerance - It Is Not. It Is Suffering From Tolerance. Tolerance Of Right And Wrong, Truth And Error, Virtue And Evil, Christ And Chaos. Our Country Is Not Nearly So Overrun With The Bigoted As It Is Overrun With The Broadminded.

As A Man Must Be Born Before He Can Begin To Lead His Physical Life, So He Must Be Born To Lead A Divine Life. That Birth Occurs In The Sacrament Of Baptism. To Survive, He Must Be Nourished By Divine Life; That Is Done In The Sacrament Of The Holy Eucharist.