The Biggest Mistake Sometimes Is

We Are Not, Most Of Us, Capable Of Exalted Emotion, Save Rarely.

Writing Is Hard Work. But If You Want To Become A Writer You Will Become One. Nothing Will Stop You.

Advent Is A Time Of Waiting, Of Expectation, Of Silence. Waiting For Our Lord To Be Born. A Pregnant Woman Is So Happy, So Content. She Lives In Such A Garment Of Silence, And It Is As Though She Were Listening To Hear The Stir Of Life Within Her. One Always Hears That Stirring Compared To The Rustling Of A Bird In The Hand. But The Intentness Which Which One Awaits Such Stirring Is Like Nothing So Much As A Blanket Of Silence.

What We Would Like To Do Is Change The World - Make It A Little Simpler For People To Feed, Clothe, And Shelter Themselves As God Intended For Them To Do....we Can, To A Certain Extent, Change The World; We Can Work For The Oasis, The Little Cell Of Joy And Peace In A Harried World. We Can Throw Our Pebble In The Pond And Be Confident That Its Ever Widening Circle Will Reach Around The World. We Repeat, There Is Nothing That We Can Do But Love, And, Dear God, Please Enlarge Our Hearts To Love Each Other, To Love Our Neighbor, To Love Our Enemy As Well As Our Friend.

The Greatest Challenge Of The Day Is: How To Bring About A Revolution Of The Heart, A Revolution Which Has To Start With Each One Of Us. When We Begin To Take The Lowest Places, To Wash The Feet Of Others, To Love Our Brothers With That Burning Love, That Passion Which Led To The Cross, Then We Can Truly Say, 'now I Have Begun'.