Perils of a Catholic
As I walked down the busy sidewalk knowing I
was late meeting up with my wife for the
evening Mass, my eye fell upon one of those
unfortunate, homeless vagabonds that are
found in every city these days.
turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if the sight
would somehow contaminate them.
Recalling my old
pastor, 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
Wearing what can
only be described as rags, carrying every worldly possession in
two plastic bags, this poor person's predicament really touched
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
So I did.......
won't be at Mass this week
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