They who load us with insults and ignominies give us the means of acquiring treasures more precious than any that man can gain in this life.

If our church is not marked by caring for the poor, the oppressed, the hungry, we are guilty of heresy.

Dearest Lord, teach me to be generous; teach me to serve you as you deserve; to give and not to count the cost.

As for joy, as little as one can have of it in this life, experience shows that it is not the idle who possess it, but those who are zealous in the service of God.

Let your modesty be a sufficient incitement, yea, an exhortation to everyone to be at peace on their merely looking at you.

Teach us to give and not to count the cost.

Whatever you are doing, that which makes you feel the most alive...that is where God is.