After I consumed the Lord at morning Mass, I knelt before the altar in appreciation of such a great favor he'd bestowed upon me. One of the chapel windows was open. From this chapel situated on the top of a small mount, you could hear clearly thru the vast open space the noises generated by the tires of many cars speeding on the freeway in the distance. They were all going someplace. My thought was that if whatever we do is not for the glory of God, then no matter how fast or far we go, we are not getting anywhere—not one inch closer to heaven.
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