Milk of Human Kindness
The wise old Mother Superior from Co. Tipperary was dying.
The nuns gathered round her bed trying to make her comfortable.
They gave her some warm milk to drink but she refused it.
Then one nun took the glass back to the kitchen. Remembering
a bottle of Irish whiskey received as a gift the previous Christmas
she opened it and poured a generous amount into the still-warm
Back at Mother Superior's bed, she held the glass to her lips.
Mother drank a little, then some more. Before they knew it she
had drunk the whole glass down to the last drop.
"Mother," the nuns asked earnestly, "Please give
us some wisdom before you die". She raised herself up in
the bed with a pious look on her face and said, "Don't
sell that cow".
(From the Far East)
A Trócaire Lenten thought.
When Christ went to prepare himself for what was to come, he
chose a dry desert place without river or water. As we enter
the Lenten Season the Trócaire Campaign asks us to stand
by those who live in such barren desert places. At a time when
we recently responded so generously to those victims of such
a torrent of water in Asia, we are also asked to reach out to
those in places deficient of the water we all need to live.
Remember - the tiniest ripple of compassion can reach the farthest
The sinless One who must suffer.
The Messiah was destined to suffer even death itself.
The harsh truth is tempered for his disciples by the glimpse
of his true glory at his Transfiguration. That glimpse is encouragement
for us, too, as we struggle to follow the way of the cross.
When you love you should not say,
'God is in my heart', but rather,
'I am in the heart of God. '
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you must have desires,
let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to
To know the pain of too much tenderness;
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
and to bleed willingly and joyfully;
to wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another
day of loving;
to rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
to return home at eventide with gratitude;
and then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart
and a song of praise upon your lips.