He whose “kingdom is not of this world” taught me that true wisdom consists in wishing to be “unknown and esteemed as nothing”, and the joy that comes of self-forgetting. I wished that, like the Face of Jesus, mine “should be … hidden and despised, so that no one on earth should esteem me”. I thirsted to suffer and to be forgotten …ST THERESE OF LISIEUXIN CONSECRATED SPIRITS, EDITED BY FELICITY LENG (PAULIST PRESS, 2011)But believe me when the angels and saints appear among us they don’t appear in rich men’s houses, and the place I want to be is somewhere where the angels are not only present but even sometimes visible: that is slums, or Trappist monasteries, or where there are children, or where there is one guy starving himse