It is very often what we call little sins which mar the beauty of the Church.
They are like dust. Dust comes imperceptibly, it settles down so silently, that not an insect hears it fall; it is caused by our ordinary avocations and not by exceptional events; and if neglected long, becomes thicker and thicker, till all that is fair and beautiful is lost. “Shake thyself from the dust,” etc. (A. Rowland, LL.B.)
“Arise, and sit down, O Jerusalem”
Rather, Arise, sit up, O Jerusalem. When Vespasian had subdued Judaea money was stamped with a woman sitting in the dust, with this inscription, “Judaea subacta.” (J. Trapp.)
