We need always to be thinking and writing about poverty, for if we are not among its victims its reality fades from us. We must talk about poverty, because people insulated by their own comfort lose sight of it.
To love with understanding and without understanding. To love blindly, and to folly. To see only what is loveable. To think only of these things. To see the best in everyone around, their virtues rather than their faults. To see Christ in them!
~ Dorothy Day, via Patheos Catholic on Facebook
Most certainly, it is easier to believe now that the sun warms us, and we know that buds will appear on the sycamore trees in the wasteland across from the Catholic Worker office, that life will spring out of the dull clods of that littered park across the way. There are wars and rumors of war, poverty and plague, hunger and pain. Still, the sap is rising, again there is the resurrection of spring, God’s continuing promise to us that He is with us always, with His comfort and joy, if we will only ask.
~Dorothy Day, “The Mystery of the Poor”
The mystery of the poor is this: That they are Jesus, and what you do for them you do for Him. It is the only way we have of knowing and believing in our love. The mystery of poverty is that by sharing in it, making ourselves poor in giving to others, we increase our knowledge of and belief in love.
~Dorothy Day, The Mystery of the Poor
But as Day, whom I’d long admired, well knew, true poverty is never, ever voluntary. Poverty consists precisely in all the ways you absolutely don’t want to be poor. Poverty consists in a long succession of events not going your way. Poverty consists in being stripped down to nothingness.
~Heather King, Shirt of Flame: A Year with Saint Therese of Lisieux