A woman in great distress over the death of her son came to the Master for comfort.
He listened to her patiently while she poured out her tale of woe. Then he said softly, “I can not wipe away your tears, my dear. I can only teach you how to make them holy.”
Anthony de Mello, S.J.
MORSEL: The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly. –Richard Bach