Author: ppadmin

Only when we are lured out of ourselves, attached to something greater, are we moved to righteousness.

To be healed is a prelude to becoming a healer.

The fruit of silence is prayer. The fruit of faith is love. The fruit of love is service.

Even if a man were in rapture like St. Paul and knew of one who was in need of food he would do better by feeding that person than by remaining in ecstasy.

We imitate whom we adore.

But we are his people. We have eaten at his table. We have heard his word. We are identified as the odd ones of the world, called to be at odds with the world, ordained to call into question the world’s way of doing business.

The joy of the resurrection seduces the miser in each of us into spend-thrift love.

If you want to change people’s obedience, you must change their imagination.

The world is waiting for new saints, ecstatic men and women who are so deeply rooted in the love of God that they are free to imagine a new international order. . . . Most people despair that [it] is possible. They cling to old ways and prefer the security of their misery to the insecurity of their joy. But the few who dare to sing a new song of peace are the new St. Francises of our time, offering a glimpse of a new order that is being born out of the ruin of the old.