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The
Scandal of the Works of Mercy
by
Dorothy Day
The
Spiritual Works of Mercy are: to admonish the sinner, to instruct
the ignorant, to counsel the doubtful, to comfort the sorrowful,
to bear wrongs patiently, to forgive all injuries, and to pray for
the living and the dead.
The
Corporal Works are to feed the hungry, to give drink to the thirsty,
to clothe the naked, to ransom the captive, to harbor the harborless,
to visit the sick, and to bury the dead.
When
Peter Maurin talked about the necessity of practicing the Works
of Mercy, he meant all of them. He envisioned Houses of Hospitality
in poor parishes in every city of the country, where these precepts
of Our Lord could be put into effect. He pointed out that we have
turned to state responsibility through home relief, social legislation,
and social security, that we no longer practice personal responsibility,
but are repeating the words of the first murderer, "Am I my brother's
keeper?"
The
Works of Mercy are a wonderful stimulus to our growth in faith as
well as love. Our faith is taxed to the utmost and so grows through
this strain put upon it. It is pruned again and again, and springs
up bearing much fruit. For anyone starting to live literally the
words of the Fathers of the Church-"The bread you retain belongs
to the hungry, the dress you lock up is the property of the naked";
"What is superfluous for one's need is to be regarded as plunder
if one retains it for one's self"-there is always a trial ahead.
"Our faith, more precious than gold, must be tried as though by
fire."
Here
is a letter we received today: "I took a gentleman seemingly in
need of spiritual and temporal guidance into my home on a Sunday
afternoon. Let him have a nap on my bed, went through the want ads
with him, made coffee and sandwiches for him, and when he left,
I found my wallet had gone also."
I can
only say that the saints would only bow their heads and not try
to understand or judge. They received no thanks-well then, God had
to repay them. They forbore to judge, and it was as though they
took off their cloak besides their coat to give away. This is expecting
heroic charity, of course. But these things happen for our discouragement,
for our testing. We are sowing the seed of love, and we are not
living in the harvest time. We must love to the point of folly,
and we are indeed fools, as Our Lord Himself was who died for such
a one as this. We lay down our lives, too, when we have performed
so painfully thankless an act, for our correspondent is poor in
this world's goods. It is agony to go through such bitter experiences,
because we all want to love, we desire with a great longing to love
our fellows, and our hearts are often crushed at such rejections.
But, as a Carmelite nun said to me last week, "it is the crushed
heart which is the soft heart, the tender heart."
Such
an experience is crueler than that of our young men in Baltimore,
who were arrested for running a disorderly house, i.e., our St.
AnthonyÕs House of Hospitality, and who spent a few nights in jail.
Such an experience is even crueler than that which happened to one
of our men here in New York who was attacked (for his pacifism)
by a maniac with a knife. Actually to shed one's blood is a less
bitter experience.
Well,
our friend has suffered from his experience and it is part of the
bitterness of the poor, who cheat each other, who exploit each other
even as they are exploited, who despise each other even as they
are the despised.
And
is it to be expected that virtue and destitution should go together?
No, as John Cogley has written, they are the destitute in every
way, destitute of this world's goods, destitute of honor, of gratitude,
of love; they need so much that we cannot take the Works of Mercy
apart and say I will do this one or that one Work of Mercy. We find
they all go together.
Some
years ago there was an article in The Commonweal by Georges
Bernanos. He ended it on a warning note for these apocalyptic times:
"Every
particle of Christ's divine charity is today more precious for your
security-for your security, I say-than all the atom bombs in all
the stockpiles. "
It
is by the Works of Mercy that we shall be judged.
Commonweal,
November 4, 1949
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