Perils of a Catholic Upbringing

To my Catholic friends and also others who have love in their heart.
Very touching. Please read. In these mean times, recession, warm Christmas feelings, we might be compelled to do good.
Got this message from a friend:
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As I walked down the busy sidewalk, knowing I was late for Mass, my eye fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless vagabonds that are found in every city these days.
Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow contaminate them.
Recalling my old pastor, Father Mike, who always admonished me to “care for the sick, feed the hungry and clothe the naked,” I was moved by some powerful inner urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.
Wearing what can only be described as rags, carrying every worldly possession in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by this person’s condition.
Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a true, hidden beauty.
A small voice inside my head called out, ‘Reach out, reach out and touch this person!’

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So I did…….

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I won’t be at Mass this week.
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As to continue the good work started by my friend, I am now eagerly looking for that vagabond.

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