Words of the Saints to Ponder While Journeying Toward Bethlehem
St. Dorothy Day (November 8, 1897 – November 29, 1980)
Born: Brooklyn, NY, US
American Author, Journalist, Social Activist, Co-founded the Catholic Worker Newspaper, Mother, Convert, Mystic, Prophet, and Faithful Daughter of the Church.
Feast Day: Nov. 29th
Patron Saint of: Homeless, Labors, People Who Care for The Homeless and People who Lose Their Temper.
“It is no use to say that we are born two thousand years too late to give room to Christ. Nor will those who live at the end of the world have been born too late. Christ is always with us, always asking for room in our hearts.”
“In Christ’s human life there were always a few who made up for the neglect of the crowd.
The shepherds did it, their hurrying to the crib atoned for the people who would flee from Christ.
The wise men did it; their journey across the world made up for those who refused to stir one hand’s breadth from the routine of their lives to go to Christ. Even the gifts that the wise men brought have in themselves an obscure recompense and atonement for what would follow later in this Child’s life. For they brought gold, the king’s emblem, to make up for the crown of thorns that He would wear; they offered incense, the symbol of praise, to make up for the mockery and the spitting; they gave Him myrrh, to heal and soothe, and He was wounded from head to foot and no one bathed his wounds. The women at the foot of the cross did it too, making up for the crowd who stood by and sneered.”
Dear Lord Jesus, The wisest, smartest, learned people of the entire world set out to search for you. Leaving everything behind, led by faith, to follow a star. Traveling day and night, search for you, the Miracle of Christmas. What we could learn by following the example of the wise people, drop everything, and set out searching for you. Beloved Christmas Miracle, save me, I wait and long for your coming.
We Three Kings
We three kings of Orient are;
bearing gifts we traverse afar,
field and fountain, moor and mountain,
following yonder star.
O star of wonder, star of light,
star with royal beauty bright,
westward leading, still proceeding,
guide us to thy perfect light.