If our bones were not sending whispers of doubt to our hearts, there would be no need for prayer at all.

In the poorest of the poor we see Jesus in distressed guise.

Dearest Lord, may I see you today and every day in the person of your sick, and, whilst nursing them, minister unto you. Though you hide yourself behind the unattractive disguise of the irritable, the exacting, the unreasonable, may I still recognize you, and say: "Jesus, my patient, how sweet it is to serve you.

And so let us always meet each other with a smile, for the smile is the beginning of love, and once we begin to love each other naturally we want to do something.

…Spread your love everywhere you go.

Following Jesus is simple, but not easy. Love until it hurts, and then love more.

You can and you must expect suffering.