Subject: Dangers of a Catholic upbringing
As I walked
down a busy street, knowing I was late for Mass, my eye fell upon
one of those unfortunate,
homeless vagabonds (you know, tattered clothing, long hair
etc) that are found in every town these days.
Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if the sight
would somehow contaminate them..
Recalling my old parish priest, Father Mike, who always admonished me
to 'care for the sick, feed the hungry
and clothe the naked,' I was moved by some powerful inner urge to
reach out to this unfortunate person.
Wearing what can only be described as rags, carrying every worldly
possession in two plastic bags,
my heart was touched by this person's condition.
Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a true, hidden beauty.
A small voice inside my head called out, 'Reach out, reach out and
touch this person!'
So I did.
I won't be at Mass this week...
Thanks
to Eddy the Pillar.
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