HOLY

That’s what the dictionary tells me. When we think of holy people we think of do-gooders, ‘butter wouldn’t melt in their mouth’ types, meek and gentle souls. 

And yet one of the holiest people I have ever met is a foul mouthed, tattooed, whiskey drinking biker. He doesn’t claim to be holy, or even nice. He doesn’t talk the holy talk but he sure walks the holy walk – he is the hands of Christ everyday, to anyone who needs him. (And by ‘anyone’ I mean ANYONE; drunks, drug addicts, homeless folk, clergy – the list goes on.)

I think Jesus would bless him, I wish everyone in the Church was as holy as him.