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243/366 - Dear St. Francis. Don't you love how earnest he looks? I found him in a clearance bin at the grocery store. I'd wanted St. Francis in the yard for so long and there he was, marked down to almost nothing.

If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men.


If God can work through me, he can work through anyone.