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Once A Priest Told Us That No One Gets Up In The Pulpit Without Promulgating A Heresy. He Was Joking, Of Course, But What I Suppose He Meant Was The Truth Was So Pure, So Holy, That It Was Hard To Emphasize One Aspect Of The Truth Without Underestimating Another, That We Did Not See Things As A Whole, But Through A Glass Darkly, As St. Paul Said.

We Must Always Aim For The Impossible; If We Lower Our Goal, We Also Diminish Our Effort.

The Biggest Mistake Sometimes Is To Play Things Very Safe In This Life And End Up Being Moral Failures.

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.

First Of All, Let It Be Remembered That I Speak As An Ex-communist And One Who Has Not Testified Before Congressional Committees, Nor Written Works On The Communist Conspiracy.