Anniversary of Dorothy Day
A writer, editor and social reformer, Dorothy Day was born, in New York City on November 8, 1897. She was a radical during her time, working for such social causes as pacifism and women’s suffrage. Arrested several times for her involvement in protests, she even went on a hunger strike after being jailed for protesting in front of the White House. Dorothy was intrigued by the Catholic faith for years and converted in 1927. In 1933, she co-founded The Catholic Worker, which promoted Catholic teachings and confronted societal issues. It became very successful and spawned the Catholic Worker Movement, which dealt with issues of social justice guided by its religious principles. As part of the movement’s belief in hospitality, Dorothy Day helped establish special homes to provide for those in need. She died on November 29, 1980, at Maryhouse, one of the Catholic settlement houses she helped establish.
The Lord hears the cry of the poor.
“The greatest challenge of the day is: how to bring about a revolution of the heart, a revolution which has to start with each one of us.”(Dorothy Day) Do you agree? What is your challenge?
I tell you with certainty, since you did it for one of the least important of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did it for me.
The Gospel takes away our right forever, to discriminate between the deserving and the undeserving poor.
We have all known the long loneliness and we have learned that the only solution is love and that love comes with community.
I really only love God as much as I love the person I love the least
Those who cannot see Christ in the poor are atheists indeed.
If I have achieved anything in my life it is because I have not been embarrassed
to talk about God.
Don’t call me a saint. I don’t want to be dismissed so easily.
Poverty means not riding on rubber while horrible working conditions prevail in the rubber industry. Poverty means not riding on rails while bad conditions exist in the coal mines and steel mills. Poverty means not accepting that courteous bribe from railroads, the clergy rate.
Dorothy Day’s funeral procession was met at the door of Nativity Church by Terence Cardinal Cooke. As the procession stopped for the blessing, a demented person pushed his way through the crowd and stared intently at the coffin. No one interfered because, as even the funeral directors understood, it was in such as this man that Dorothy had seen the face of God.