You will be surprised but there was many a morning after sitting all night in taverns or coming from balls over at Webster Hall that I went to an early Mass at St. Joseph's Church on Sixth Avenue. It was just around the corner from where I lived, and seeing people going to an early weekday Mass attracted me. What were they finding there? I seemed to feel the faith of those about me and I longed for their faith. My own life was sordid and yet I had had occasional glimpses of the true and the beautiful.
So I used to go in and kneel in a back pew of St. Joseph’s, and perhaps I asked even then, "God, be merciful to me, a sinner."
2 comments:
Thanks for introducing me to dorothy day. Another beloved sister to discover:-)
she is, in a word: awesome.
(thanks for visiting :)
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