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because I needed to be reminded...

From my Magnificat this morning...

"Wickedness is not always overt: the neglect of simple kindness, great or small, kills as surely as open violence."

Neglect. Finding time. Making time.

Pray for me.
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  1. ShielaMarch 7, 2015 at 9:28 AM

    Funny story. I am researching for a blog post I am working on for Catholic Sistas. Bill had taped a handwritten note and posted it inside my spice cupboard so I see it every time I cook. I wanted to know the source so I googled, "the neglect of simple kindness," and your post came up at the top! Small world! So, I still need to find the original source. Hope you are all well.

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  2. ShielaMarch 7, 2015 at 9:52 AM

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    1. ShielaMarch 7, 2015 at 9:57 AM

      So, it is repeated in the March 5, 2015 reading of Magnificat! It is a reflection on a line from Proverbs 11:28. (I originally thought it was Psalm 52) I guess the author is whoever writes reflections for Magnificat. Whoever it is is truly inspired.
      Cheers.

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