by Archbishop Fulton Sheen
If St. Francis had been sent to a Siberian labor camp, or to a leper
colony, or to a Wall Street brokerage firm, would he be any less a St.
Francis? But how many mortals there are in the world who are one kind of
character in need, another kind of character in plenty, who grumble
amidst the uncomfortable, and who become possessed by possessions. St.
Francis remains the same in all circumstances; the non-St. Francis
types, like a chameleon, take on the color of the leaf on which they
rest.
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