To those who are interested

[Sister Alvear]

Her lips moved in silent prayer each time she lighted a candle. Her hands trembled as she carried out the rituals of paganism. The look on her face was that of pain and despair. A tear trickled down her cheek. As I stood looking, the shadowy objects became darker and darker as there was no glow of the presence of the presence of the Lord. There was the smell of melting wax and the flicker of candles against the gray walls of a Roman sanctuary. There were no joyful praises of answered prayer. No gestures of rejoicing. No assuring smile that God's will would be done.
After all, what would a plaster goddess know about human suffering? Eyes that cannot see, ears that cannot hear, feet that cannot walk, a tongue that cannot talk and hands that cannot heal or save. Blacker and blacker it grew, ominous in grip. Yet, just outside, over the Roman sanctuary, the heavens quivered and glowed with all shades of lovely light. Leaping from my heart were the words of David long ago? “The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth His handiwork.”
Oh! Catholicism and Spiritualism, your temples are splendor. Your schools and universities are among the best. Your hospitals are many. You are deeply rooted in everyday life, but how empty you are! Your black robed priests are only blind leaders of the blind.
What do you have to offer to the thirsty soul? A rosary? A candle? Blessed water? An image of an idol god or saint? How empty you are!


yet you and I HAVE THE TRUE GOSPEL SHALL WE CONTINUE TO LET THEM LIVE AND DIE IN DARKENSS?