Works of peace

Jesus is your child, 

your spouse, your neighbor, 

looking for someone to comfort Him.

Are you there?

 Let us make a resolution: I will be there

for my child, my spouse, my neighbor-

not just in words,

but by my sharing and sacrificing.

Maybe just a beautiful smile instead of that ugly look,

maybe a beautiful word instead of that angry word.

Let us take the trouble 

to be that one to comfort Him. 

- Mother Teresa

And though I constantly fail, this is my prayer. Forgive me.

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, 

I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.
And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge,
and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 

And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, 

and though I give my body to burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.

Love suffers long and is kind;

love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;

love does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;

love does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;

love bears all things, 

believes all things,

hopes all things,

endures all things.

Love never fails.