an excerpt.

I’m sorry I keep quoting The Ragamuffin Gospel but the book is incredible.

Grazie, Signore, for Your lips twisted in love to accommodate my sinful self, for judging me not by my shabby good deeds but by Your love that is Your gift to me, for Your unbearable forgiveness and infinite patience with me, for other people who have greater gifts than mine, and for the honesty to acknowledge that I am a ragamuffin. When the final curtain falls and You summon me home, may my last whispered word on earth be the whole hearted cry, “Grazie, Signore.”


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