"Jonah, where's that boat going - Your ship set with eager sails?"

Dear undeserving beloved: nothing that we have is our own. None of our virtue or righteousness is ours by nature, but rather by mercy and gift. How merciful is our Father, who has forgiven us far more numerous than 70x7 times! How great a salvation, that comes not once but every moment! How humble should we be, His children, meek in our borrowed strength as only gratefulness can make us?

My dear undeservingly blessed: every blessing in our life: faith, hope and foremost LOVE comes from God, and not our own strength. How great must the Spring of All Blessings be, to birth such powerful tributaries in our hearts? How great was the gulf between God and man that He bridged with His body? How great is His love and mercy that He fills our hearts with Love Incarnate, His very self?

Dear undeservingly holy children: we are untouchable. The Adversary may surround our lives with evil, but he can never place a single speck of blame on our souls unless we reject our Father in favor of sin. Our hearts, longing for God, may nearly break when they see perversion and wickedness around us, but rejoice! Your loving Father has made our sufferings fertile with grace gained, and has redeemed even the grave!

Dear undeserving saved: allow yourselves a moment to feel the full weight of your debt to your Savior, so that it may blossom into gratitude, humility and love. Then entrust your day, your future, your whole life, death and final joy to the loving, capable hands that have already been pierced to save your soul from destruction. This is something that I do not do nearly often enough.

"No use, fishermen, in rowing from a consecrated whale!"

-L