Whenever we refer to the services of healing t is fitting to think of the sick persons who lie outside the limits of common diagnosis.

The afflicted throng everywhere looking for treatment.

There are those weak from hunger yearning for doses of adequate nourishment.

There are those who shiver from cold needing the internment into proper clothing.

There are those who fall into discouragement waiting for an injection of courage.

There are those who hurl themselves into the torments of guilt, pleading for the tranquilizers of forgetfulness.

There are those who writhe in the darkness of obsession pleading for words of light as pellets of love.

There are those who weep because of the longing in the chambers of their hearts, beseeching the blessing of consolation.

There are those who have been mutilated by terrible disillusionments and sigh for the aid of support.

And there are, as well, those others who have become poisoned with selfishness and coldness, hopelessness and ignorance, requiring the constant therapy of unconditional absolution.

Aid, yes, for those physically ill, but let us not neglect those who are sick of soul, who walk the earth apparently robust, but bearing manifest diseases which consume their thinking and disfigure their lives.

We can all be instruments of good for one another.

Don’t wait until one’s fellow man prostates in bed or becomes feverish, before giving him hope and healing.

Help him today without humiliating or wounding him; since true charity, as much as possible, is the painless treatment of human need.

The emissaries of Christ cure our ills in divine silence.

Let us do likewise to others.

Emmanuel