Blessed are those who are too tired, too busy, too distracted to spend
an hour once a week with their fellow Christians in Church... they are
my best workers.
Blessed are those Christians who wait to be asked and expect to be
thanked... I can use them.
Blessed are the touchy, with a bit of luck they may stop going to
church... they are my missionaries.
Blessed are those who are very religious but get on everyone's nerves... they are mine forever.
Blessed are the troublemakers... they shall be called my children.
Blessed are those who have no time to pray... they are easy prey for
me.
Blessed are the gossipers... for they are my secret agents.
Blessed are those critical of church leadership... for they shall
inherit a place with me in my fate.
Blessed are the complainers... I'm all ears for them.
Blessed are you when you read this and think it is about other people
and not yourself... you're not so far from the kingdom of darkness.
(author unknown)
Żmien sabiħ dan li qegħdin fih. Waqt li nippreparaw għall-festa tal-Milied, ejjew inħallu lil Alla jużana bħala spazju ħaj fejn jista' jgħix u juri lilu nnifsu. Waqt li nieħdu gost, ejjew ukoll nagħtu pjaċir lil Alla billi ngħixu fi spirtu ta' għotja tagħna nfusna, speċjalment f'affarijiet żgħar.
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