Wednesday, April 30, 2008


It was a tiny, inconsequential but thought-provoking incident. An elderly woman glared disapprovingly as I pulled out and used a hairbrush. I knew it wasn’t the place for it, but tossed up between good manners and tidiness. She was not to know that I had just worked an eight-hour shift and walked four miles in the wind and rain to reach the meeting.

How often do we jump to conclusions about others, especially when they are complete strangers? How often do we make allowances for circumstances of which we know nothing?

How often do we allow charity to triumph over our own, possibly faulty, conclusions?

God bless,
Sr. Janet