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What A Saint

It seems to me, dear God, that to not strike back when we have been wounded unjustly by someone else takes considerable restraint. To not even speak of that injustice to another is truly a sign of unusual grace. To not even think at a later time of that wound so unfairly inflicted, I believe is the mark of a true saint.

Maybe that's why there are so few of them these days. It is my thoughts, dear Lord, not just my deeds, that rob me of sainthood. How often I diminish myself by diminishing others in my private thoughts of them. I reduce my own spiritual stature, inch by inch, by reducing others in my mind. As others become smaller and smaller in my own thoughts of them I seem to stand less tall myself. It seems the more I look down on others the easier I make it for them to look down on me. It is not surprising to me that no one has ever confused me of being a saint.