I Too Complain Ceaselessly In My Heart

When We Have Spiritual Reading At Meals, When We Have The Rosary At Night, When We Have Study Groups, Forums, When We Go Out To Distribute Literature At Meetings, Or Sell It On The Street Corners, Christ Is There With Us.

It Is Penance To Work, To Give Oneself To Others, To Endure The Pinpricks Of Community Living.

We Have All Probably Noted Those Sudden Moments Of Quiet - Those Strange And Almost Miraculous Moments In The Life Of A Big City When There Is A Cessation Of Traffic Noise - Just An Instant When There Is Only The Sound Of Footsteps Which Serves To Emphasize A Sudden Peace. During Those Seconds It Is Possible To Notice The Sunlight, To Notice Our Fellow Humans, To Take Breath.

If You Feed The Poor, You're A Saint. If You Ask Why They're Poor, You're A Communist.

I Think Anarchy Is Natural To The Catholic. The Church Is Pretty Anarchistic, You Know. Who Pays Attention To The Pope Or The Cardinals?