Josemaría Escrivá Obras

At times, seeing those souls asleep, one feels an enormous desire to shout at them, to make them take notice, to wake them up from that terrible torpor they have fallen into. It is so sad to see them walk like a blind man hitting out with his stick, without finding the way!

—I can well understand how the tears of Jesus over Jerusalem sprang from his perfect charity.

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