Never
Too Late
It is no use to say that we are born two
thousand years too late to give room to Christ. Nor will those who live at the
end of the world have been born too late. 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.
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