“If you don’t think you’re a hypocrite, then you’re wrong.”
–A good Franciscan confessor
(Hoffman’s Christ and the Rich Young Ruler)
When the Day of Judgment comes, I fear…
- That, for all the chapters of the Bible I’ve read and for all the prayers I’ve said, the Gospel will not have changed me at all;
- That the value of the books on my shelf will have equaled the yearly income of a poor family;
- That I will have lived a normal life;
- That I will have spent more time reading novels, watching movies, and listening to music than promoting social justice and working on behalf of the rights of the poor;
- That I will have written more pages on philosophy and literature than pages to my governmental representatives on behalf of the oppressed;
- That I will have failed to love because I had focused on ‘higher things’;
- That I will have been smart but not wise;
- That I will have been no different from the priest who failed to be the Good Samaritan to the wounded man in need;
- That I will have fallen on many swords for my ideology but will have fallen on no swords for the God of the poor;
- That I will not have become like the Christ.
Lord, pardon me. Lord, save me. Lord, change me…
…but may these fears torment me as long as I live.
–David Inczauskis, S.J.