“It is said that one night when Havel went off to bed, he discovered it was missing.”
His, wife, you see, had given their bed to someone who didn’t have one.
It’s from a young Dominican’s write-up on Zdislava Berka — wife, mother, saint.
We’re not all giving up our beds tonight, but such radical examples do remind us of what little many of us do and how much more we can to help improve the lives of our neighbors. We could start looking around. We could stop looking away.
And while fear of punishment shouldn’t be what motivates us — I’m thinking of the first reading on the third day after Epiphany Sunday — Archbishop Chaput’s recent warning about hell might get us moving.