The following poem was written by Dietrich Bonhoeffer in prison one month before he was executed under Hitler’s evil regime; which Bonhoeffer opposed in word, in deed, in life, and in death. Who am I? They often tell me I would step from my cell’s confinement calmly, cheerfully, firmly, like a squire from his country-house.

Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play; Go, children of swift joy and tardy sorrow: And some are sung, and that was yesterday, And some unsung, and that may be to-morrow. Go forth; and if it be o’er stony way, Old joy can lend what newer grief must borrow: And it was sweet,

A prayer from St. Augustine (354 – 430 A.D.) Lord Jesus, let me know myself and know You, and desire nothing save only You. Let me hate myself and love You. Let me do everything for the sake of You. Let me humble myself and exalt You. Let me think of nothing except You. Let

St. Thomas was a huge heavy bull of a man, fat and slow and quiet. These are the words G.K. Chesterton used to describe the Catholic theologian and philosopher Thomas Aquinas (1225-1274). Chesterton goes on to describe Aquinas in this manner, “It will not be possible to conceal much longer from anybody the fact that

Where would you be O Little Man,
If not for the love of God?
Alone? Without hope? Imprisoned to death?
Where would you be O Son of Adam,