ask me what i gain most from my mission trip and i think it is the time to read the slim volume left for too long on my shelf.
my soul longs for what it knows not, and lewis reminds me that what i dimly ineffectively ineffectually grasp today will one day be triumphantly and magnificently present.
and that my neighbor, whom i oft am presumptuous with and - dare i admit - contemptuous of, shares the same promise as i. my neighbor's hope of glory is a weight upon my shoulders under which my pride must needs break.
"..next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses."
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