“How much I must criticize you, my Church, and yet how much I love you! You have made me suffer more than anyone, and yet I owe more to you than anyone.-I should like to see you destroyed, and yet I need your presence.-You have given me much scandal, and yet you alone have made me understand holiness.-Never in the world have I seen anything more compromised, more false, yet never have I touched anything more pure, more generous, or more beautiful.-Countless times I have felt like leaving you, my Church; and yet every night I have prayed that I might die in your warm, loving arms.” – Carlo Carretto, 1910 – 1988.
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