In words which can still bring tears to the eyes, St. Augustine describes the desolation into which the death of his friend Nebridius plunged him (Confessions IV, 10). Then he draws a moral. This is what comes, he says, of giving one’s heart to anything but God. All human beings pass away. Do not let your happiness depend on something you may lose. If love is to be a blessing, not a misery, it must be for the only Beloved who will never pass away.
I’m starting to think this world is just a place for us to learn that we need each other more than we want to admit.
The merit of persons is to be no rule of our charity, but we are to do acts of kindness to those that least deserve it.
People will give away almost anything in charity, but their unadulterated attention must be earned
Better the occasional faults of a government that lives in a spirit of charity than the consistent omissions of a government frozen in the ice of its own indifference.
The mission sat in a converted store front on the corner of a medium-busy street. There was a small crowd gathered in front – no real surprise, since they gave out food and clothing, all all you had to do was spend a few moments of your life listening to the good reverend explain why you were going to Hell. It seemed like a pretty good bargain, even to me, but I wasn’t hungry.
It’s hard to make things right for everyone.”
“But if everybody helped just one person, lots of people would get helped.
When you judge yourself for needing help, you judge those you are helping. When you attach value to giving help, you attach value to needing help.
Awards and recognition are not the purpose of life and not the goal of an activist. The heart of an activist usually redonates the money, or uses the accolades as a foot in the door for more activism and awareness. A plack on the wall won’t change the world; it only shows your devotion.
Sacrifice of the self is sheer stupidity if sacrifice is not for the self.