Something for Sunday Morning

Certainly they must have laughed at him at the beginning. The young [military] officer who did not drink, left women alone, ate the poorest food and gave away all but the minimum, who devoted his leisure time to prayer, reading, and visiting the sick, who cleaned his orderly's books, passed for more than slightly mad. But he disarmed all who mocked him by his serenity, his patience and his friendliness; he showed them genuine affection, and in the end his comrades were constrained to return it. They guessed that a secret of great pride lay within the soul of this curious creation and was the motive of his most eccentric actions; they began to respect his folly and ended by reverencing him. It seems likely enough that he converted some of them--probably his tribune and his orderly, both of whom later entered God's service.

Henri Gheon, St. Martin of Tours (1946)

Marie bought this book for me at the church's annual rummage sale. This and a handful of other books for $1.00 (total). A Gheon biography for under a buck. Is this a great country or what? Most everyone has money, and most everyone fails to appreciate literary treasures.