Joke for Men - Perils of a Catholic Upbringing

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As I walked down the sidewalk, knowing I was late for Mass, my eye fell
upon one of those unfortunate, ragged 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 Ken, who always admonished us 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 her treasured worldly
possessions 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!"

So I did. ....




I won't be at Mass this week.