By The Mere Fact That We Do

Tolerance Is An Attitude Of Reasoned Patience Toward Evil... A Forbearance That Restrains Us From Showing Anger Or Inflicting Punishment. Tolerance Applies Only To Persons... Never To Truth.

The Life Of Each And Every One Of Us Has Been Written. The Crucifix Is My Autobiography. The Blood Is The Ink. The Nails The Pen. The Skin The Parchment. On Every Line Of That Body I Can Trace My Life. In The Crown Of Thorns I Can Read My Pride. In The Hands That Are Dug With Nails, I Can Read Avarice And Greed. In The Flesh Hanging From Him Like Purple Rags, I Can Read My Lust. In Feet That Are Fettered, I Can Find The Times That I Ran Away And Would Not Let Him Follow. Any Sin That You Can Think Of Is Written There.

Neither Theological Knowledge Nor Social Action Alone Is Enough To Keep Us In Love With Christ Unless Both Are Proceeded By A Personal Encounter With Him. Theological Insights Are Gained Not Only From Between Two Covers Of A Book, But From Two Bent Knees Before An Altar. The Holy Hour Becomes Like An Oxygen Tank To Revive The Breath Of The Holy Spirit In The Midst Of The Foul And Fetid Atmosphere Of The World

Gaston Milhaud, Like Many Of His Contemporaries, Sought To Overthrow Empirical Positivism By Insisting On The Fundamental Reality Of The Mind, But Mind Conceived In The Kantian Sense. The Knowledge Of Nature Is Symbolic, And There Is No Necessary Connection Between The Phenomena And Our Fictions.

Show Me Your Hands. Do They Have Scars From Giving? Show Me Your Feet. Are They Wounded In Service? Show Me Your Heart. Have You Left A Place For Divine Love?