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I Think Of The Catholic Worker Movement And Dorothy Day And Peter Maurin And Others.

It's Hard To Hear The Gentle Whisper Of The Spirit Amid The Noise Of Christendom.

But What Had Lasting Significance Were Not The Miracles Themselves But Jesus' Love. Jesus Raised His Friend Lazarus From The Dead, And A Few Years Later, Lazarus Died Again. Jesus Healed The Sick, But Eventually Caught Some Other Disease. He Fed The Ten Thousands, And The Next Day They Were Hungry Again. But We Remember His Love. It Wasn't That Jesus Healed A Leper But That He Touched A Leper, Because No One Touched Lepers.

When We Put Too Much Hope In A Candidate Or A Party We Set Ourselves Up For Disappointment. When I See A Poster With [barak] Obama's Image With The Word "hope" Under It, Something In Me Cringes - Our Hope Is Built On Nothing Less Than Jesus' Blood And Righteousness, The Old Hymn Goes, All Other Ground Is Sinking Sand.

There Is Nothing More Sickening Than Talking About Poverty Over A Fancy Dinner.