Craving Clarity, We Attempt To

All I Have Learned Through Trial And Error Is To Stay Alert And Aware, Especially God Smiling @ Our Silliness.

In A Futile Attempt To Erase Our Past, We Deprive The Community Of Our Healing Gift. If We Conceal Our Wounds Out Of Fear And Shame, Our Inner Darkness Can Neither Be Illuminated Nor Become A Light For Others.

Quia Amasti Me, Fecisti Me Amabilem. (in Loving Me, You Made Me Lovable.)

The Deeper We Grow In The Spirit Of Jesus Christ, The Poorer We Become - The More We Realize That Everything In Life Is A Gift. The Tenor Of Our Lives Becomes One Of Humble And Joyful Thanksgiving. Awareness Of Our Poverty And Ineptitude Causes Us To Rejoice In The Gift Of Being Called Out Of Darkness Into Wondrous Light And Translated Into The Kingdom Of God's Beloved Son.

In Love's Service, Only Wounded Soldiers Can Serve.