Talk peaceful to be peaceful.
Christ has made my soul beautiful with the jewels of grace and virtue. I belong to Him Whom the Angels serve.
I place my trust in You, O adorable Blood, our Redemption, our regeneration. Fall, drop by drop, into the hearts that have wandered from You and soften their hardness.
I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for, am I called to, the Ministry?
You know I'm bad, I'm bad. You know it.
Well, truth be told it was the hope on the last one, it's always the hope. It's just you don't just wasn't to do it- everything we do is, for a lack of a more crass term, everything we do is pushing against the conveyer belt.
The pleasures of relaxed chat, of casual conversation, encourage the ethnographer in everyone