Reflection 5.16.18

05/16/2018

An individual can march for peace or vote for peace and can have, perhaps, some small influence on global concerns. But the same individual is a giant in the eyes of a child at home. If peace is to be built, it must start with the individual. It is built brick by brick.

~Dorothy Day


Reflection 4.23.18

04/23/2018

Christ is always with us, always asking for room in our hearts. But now it is with the voice of our contemporaries that he speaks, with the eyes of store clerks, factory workers, and children that he gazes; with the hands of office workers, slum dwellers, and suburban housewives that he gives. It is with the feet of soldiers and tramps that he walks, and with the heart of anyone in need that he longs for shelter. And giving shelter or food to anyone who asks for it, or needs it, is giving it to Christ.


~Dorothy Day


Reflection 9.15.17

09/15/2017

The gospels record that Jesus preached good news to the poor, and an essential part of that good news was that they were to be poor no longer.

~Dorothy Day


Reflection 4.10.17

04/10/2017

An act of love, a voluntary taking on oneself of some of the pain of the world, increases the courage and love and hope of all.

~Dorothy Day


Reflection 3.30.17

03/30/2017

The gospels record that Jesus preached good news to the poor, and an essential part of that good news was that they were to be poor no longer.

~Dorothy Day


Reflection 12.15.16

12/15/2016

It is always a terrible thing to come back to Mott Street [where she lived]. To come back in a driving rain to men crouched on the stairs, huddled in doorways, without overcoats because they sold their overcoats—perhaps the week before when it was warm, to satisfy their hunger or thirst, who knows. Those without love would say, ‘It serves them right, drinking up their clothes, selling their clothes to buy booze, it serves them right.’ But God help us if we got what we deserve!

~Dorothy Day


Reflection 11.23.16

11/23/2016

What we do is so little that we may seem to be constantly failing. But so did [Christ] fail. He met with apparent failure on the Cross. But unless the seeds fall into the earth and die, there is no harvest.

~Dorothy Day