Beggars

Once there lived a small woman within a large town. She was once a beautiful girl who was given plenty of opportunities to live in happiness and joy. The problem, that has come about through the continuance of an unwise and unredeemed heart, is a presently squandered life. She now lives with a man who is not her husband and walks in the company of sadness and disrepair. Her treasures consist of people who will love her and take her in; who despite all of her foolishness, will care for her. She has other treasures of course. The fragments of what should be, exploited by what is. Inordinate pleasures of passion taking the place of quietness and joy - love of the world and the things in it rather than the love of Jesus. All in all, a profound chaos replacing the silent order of God. Yet a glimmer of God's love shines through it all. It remains, placed permenantly there testifying that God's truth is revealed in mercy, and that mercy is granted to the truest, most honest, and loudest beggars of grace.

Kyrie, expurgator scelerum et largitor gratitæ quæsumus propter nostrasoffensas noli nos relinquere, O consolator dolentis animæ, eleyson. Amen.