The manifestations of ego have produced the bitter fruit of immorality
and the confusion of conscience in our time. All manifestations of pride prevent
fulfillment by the Holy Spirit, Who is everywhere but for those whose
own spirit predominates.
The ego is like the moon in front of the sun during an eclipse. It
turns one lunar -- morally, lunatic. It obscures. It darkens. It is
pocked. There are craters -- injuries, voids. Mainly, it reflects slim
light. Ego consumes without producing and its seeds are sterile. Bitter
is the fruit of a boast, rotten is the seed that finds no anchor in the
soil. In the wind drifts its particles of allergy, with stagnation does
it return to the earth.
The famine of our time is what is amiss inside -- the sanctity of
unselfishness, which we attempt to fill with things of this world.
When we lack what is real we presume and consume and fall into the
blackness of a Friday.
And so we have an example in Blessed Solanus Casey.
As the well-known Capuchin author Father Benedict Groeschel once said,
"I still think that Father Solanus was the saintliest person I ever
knew. What struck me about him was not simply his miracles or the
tremendous esteem people had for him, but his absolute, pure giving of
This Christmas season, realize that as the greatest gift you could