Perils of a Catholic Upbringing



As I hurried down the sidewalk, I knew I was going to be late for Mass. My eyes fell upon one of the poor unfortunate, homeless vagabonds that are found in every city these days.

Some people turned to stare. But I recalled Father Mike, who always admonished me to 'care for the sick, feed the hungry and clothe the naked,' I was moved by some powerful inner urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.

She was wearing what can only be described as rags, carrying her worldly possessions in two plastic bags, and my heart was touched by this person's condition.

Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a true hidden beauty.

A small voice inside my head called out, 'Reach out! Reach out and touch this person!'













































So I did.......


I won't be at Mass this week.