Preparing to speak to fundraisers for the Society of St. Vincent De Paul, on the importance of cultivating and serving our masters, the rich, I was shocked to find that the Vincentians consider our masters to be the poor. They feel that in serving the poor the giver participates in the divine. It made me think of what is meant, in their faith, by the community of the faithful as "the body of Christ." As blood circulates in the flesh, so faith, hope and charity circulate in the economy of love, grace and gratitude, to keep the spiritual body alive, and each individual organ and cell in it alive. That ancient wisdom, which was once common sense, no less for Aesop than for the prophets, informs political theory (the body politic, or Leviathan, as Hobbes called it.) The loss of that sense that we are one body, is what makes it so hard to get fundraising, or the theory of fundraising, right.
The Hand says, "We are serving our master the Stomach." The Stomach says, "We are serving our master, the Head. The Heart secretly believes she is all in all. And the Anus feels that his role may be humble, "But without me," he says, "You would all be full of shit."
What I what I tried to convey to the Vincentian fundraisers is that the holy spirit can move in a moment of simple silence in even the most unpromising venues, with a wealthy donor, no less than a homeless person, in planning a will, no less than at the moment of death.