"And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn."
Carlo Carretto, on poverty:
Judgments on the question of poverty are difficult to make. The garb of a pauper, a small house, a wooden table, a chipped cup, the plaited haversack—these are external signs. Then there is the reality, the true poverty, which is altogether interior and invisible.
Today, I prefer the reality. And I actually see it is better, see it in its real essence, because now it has become something more vast, and universal.
The one who cannot meet the rent is not the only poor person. He or she is poor as well who is suffering from cancer.
Those who live in burned-out slums are not the only poor. He or she is poor as well who is on drugs, who is unloved, who is marginalized, who is alone…
So it is difficult to judge.
And I do not wish to judge.
So I only say, place yourselves directly before God and be judged by him.
And keep one thing in mind.
At the vespers of your life you will be judged by your love, not by your poverty.
I say this because out on the frontiers of the Church poverty has become a battlefield, where the poor hate the rich, and the laborer hates his or her employer.
This is no longer blessedness. It is not even the Gospel. This is Marxism…
Never forget, God is love. Poverty is but his garment.