I believe that we have to be so race-conscious in this day and age.
The rosary is a weapon against depression and hopelessness.
We are developing in the United States a huge underclass of unwanted people, many of them the descendants of the exploitation of the South American and Latin American countries by American piratical capitalism. Not all capitalism is piratical, but some of it certainly is. And we have a fantastic gap beginning to exist between rich and poor.
The prayer of listening makes things simple but it also makes us vulnerable, and that is frightening. Listening makes us open to Christ, the Word of God, spoken in all things: in the material world, the Scriptures, the Church, and sacraments and, sometimes most threateningly, in our fellow human beings. To listen at prayer is to take the chance of hearing the voice of Christ in the poor, the weak, those whom we love and those whom we do not love.
The best gift anyone can give to a friend is to pray for him.
We've all got a terminal illness. It's called life.
And I have found that when we Catholics, in the spirit of love and charity, declare our faith boldly and with conviction, we are more likely to find kindred spirits. This is how we must comport ourselves if we are to fulfill our Lord's command in the Gospel of John (17:21), Ut unum sint, that all may be one.
In the ring I can stay until I’m old and gray because I know how to hit and dance away
People who think they have no belief quite often say they want to pray but they do not know who or what they could be praying to. Aquinas would not say to such people, 'Ah, but you see, if you became a believer, a Christian, we would change all that. You would come to understand to whom you are praying. ' Not at all. He would say to such people, 'If you became a Christian you would stop being surprised or ashamed of your condition. You would be happy with it. For faith would assure you that you could not know what God is until he reveals himself to us openly. '
Here - at this final hour, Harlem has come to bid farewell to one of its brightest hopes - extinguished now, and gone from us forever. . . . Many will ask what Harlem finds to honor in this stormy, controversial and bold young captain - and we will smile. . . . We will answer and say unto them, ‘Did you ever talk to Brother Malcolm? Did you ever really listen to him?. . . For if you did you would know him. And if you knew him you would know why we must honor him. '
The only way I've been able to survive the betrayal of lovers, family members, and society is to be able to create as an artist.