For me Christ was not to be bought for thirty pieces of silver but with my heart's blood. We buy not cheap in this market.
Dorothy DayRead
God meant for things to be much easier than we have made them
Interpretation
The quote suggests that life can be simpler if we do not complicate it with unnecessary challenges.
Dorothy Day's quote reflects the idea that the complexities and struggles we face in life are often self-imposed. It implies that our approach to life, decisions, and challenges could be more straightforward if we align our actions with a deeper understanding of purpose and simplicity, allowing us to appreciate the inherent ease that exists.
In practice
During a motivational talk about how to approach life's challenges.
For me Christ was not to be bought for thirty pieces of silver but with my heart's blood. We buy not cheap in this market.
The mystery of poverty is that by sharing in it, making ourselves poor in giving to others, we increase our knowledge of and belief in love.
As we come to know the seriousness of the situation, the war, the racism, the poverty in our world, we come to realize that things will not be changed simply by words or demonstrations. Rather, it's a question of living one's life in a drastically different way.
I do not know how to love God except by loving the poor. I do not know how to serve God except by serving the poor.... Here, within this great city of nine million people, we must, in this neighborhood, on this street, in this parish, regain a sense of community which is the basis for peace in the world.
The biggest mistake sometimes is to play things very safe in this life and end up being moral failures.
We're living in an age of genocide. ...And we do believe that there is not only the genocide of war, and the genocide that took place with the extermination of the Jews, but the whole program....of birth control and abortion is another form of genocide.... [T]hey claim the poor are bringing forth tremendous numbers of children and so the solution is to kill them off.
Early this morning, 1 January 2021, three minutes after midnight, the last human being to be born on earth was killed in a pub brawl in a suburb of Buenos Aires, aged twenty-five years, two months and twelve days.
The chief glory of every people arises from its authors.
The vast distances that separate the stars are providential. Beings and worlds are quarantined from one another. The quarantine is lifted only for those with sufficient self-knowledge and judgment to have safely traveled from star to star.
In all ages, hypocrites, called priests, have put crowns upon the heads of thieves, called kings.
One hurries through, even though there's time; the past, the continent, is behind; the future is the glowing mouth in the side of the ship; the dim, turbulent alley is too confusedly the present.
Compassion, along with love, is the face of altruism.
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