Unless this love is among us, we can kill ourselves with work and it will only be work, not love. Work without love is slavery.

We must love prayer. It widens the heart to the point of making it capable of containing the gift that God makes of himself. Ask and seek, and your heart will be widened to welcome him and to keep him within itself.

At this Christmas when Christ comes, will He find a warm heart? Mark the season of Advent by loving and serving the others with God's own love and concern.

All we do our prayers our work our suffering is for Jesus. Our life has no other reason or motivation.

In vocal prayer we speak to God; in mental prayer he speaks to us. It is then that God pours Himself into us.

In the home begins the disruption of the peace of the world.

I once picked up a woman from a garbage dump and she was burning with fever; she was in her last days and her only lament was: My son did this to me. I begged her: You must forgive your son. In a moment of madness, when he was not himself, he did a thing he regrets. Be a mother to him, forgive him. It took me a long time to make her say: I forgive my son. Just before she died in my arms, she was able to say that with a real forgiveness. She was not concerned that she was dying. The breaking of the heart was that her son did not want her. This is something you and I can understand.