love thy neighbor

i've begun to grow a giant callus on my heart for the constant begging and scary characters i meet on my commute. when katy's and her sister suzy came to visit, suzy said something that has stuck with me - "that person is a child of God. God made that person in His image, and He loves him."

to continue that thought - this quote was in P.S.P.C.'s sunday bulletin...

"we do not want merely to see beauty, though, God knows even that is bounty enough. we want something else which can hardly be put into words-to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it."

It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare... there are no ordinary people. you have never talked to a mere mortal. nations, cultures, arts, civilization - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. but it is immortals that we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendors...next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses."

C.S. Lewis, Transposition and Other Addresses, 1949