text: From Gabrielle Bossis's prayer journal "He and I" (a collection of her prayers and insights gained):
  
  He: "And if those who called themselves his intimate friends came only on rare occasions because of their forgetfulness (forgetfulness is in itself a wound to love), don't you think that this generous man would be deeply offended and that he would have every right to close his door? I am this generous man. But My banquet is free to all right to the end of time. ...Come and take My riches and give to the poor in confidence, the poor in desires, the poor in vision, for they think they are rich. The more you give, the more munificent your part will be. My merits never come to an end. They are fitted to everyone's needs. They only multiply as you take them. For My merits are Myself."