One day when I was a child in Russia, an old woman, a pilgri
MH England Well, we were put in our place—but nicely, as it
Nature G.K. Chesterton, in his book, Orthodoxy, has a marvel
My Vocation “How did you end up here?” people sometimes ask
Arise – go! Sell all you possess.
Give it directly, personally to the poor.
Take up My cross (their cross) and follow Me,
going to the poor, being poor,
being one of them, one of Me.
Little – be always little! Be simple, poor, childlike.
Preach the Gospel with your life – without compromise!
Listen to the Spirit. He will lead you.
Do little things exceedingly well for love of Me.
Love…love…love, never counting the cost.
Go into the marketplace and stay with Me.
Pray, fast. Pray always, fast.
Be hidden. Be a light to your neighbour’s feet.
Go without fears into the depths of men’s hearts. I shall be with you.
Pray always. I will be your rest.
To me, prayer has always been a matter of listening... In the midst of the turmoil around me, this inner listening brings peace.
He who dwells in the heart of God is aflame with love, and sets on fire everyone he touches.
What you do matters — but not much. What you are matters tremendously.
We crave greatness for our lives, and God asks us to become little. To pass through the door that leads to the Kingdom, we must go down on our knees.
Our love, when it is without counting the cost, leads others toward God. Our love makes straight the paths of the Lord.