A few days ago one of the boys from my vocations group said to me: "Father, let us write a book together." When I asked what kind of book we should write he said that I was a good Samaritan and he was the one who got help from him and would therefore provide me with the topics I could write about. He was convinced there would be people willing to read that. He is a nice chap from our group of about thirty men. I helped him with his tuition fee and he gratefully helped us with occasional work at our house.
I'm sure I'm writing a book, if not necessarily in ink, I'm writing it with my life. Some read it willingly, because they are my friends, for others it is less interesting because they don't pay much attention to the importance of missionary work. After all, everyone is writing their own book.