Here is the account of the call of St Matthew, from his Gospel: ‘As Jesus passed on from there, he saw a man called Matthew sitting at the tax office; and he said to him, “Follow me.” And he rose and followed him. And as he sat at table in the house, behold, many tax collectors and sinners came and sat down with Jesus and his disciples. And when the Pharisees saw this, they said to his disciples, “Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?” But when he heard it, he said, “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. Go and learn what this means, ‘I desire mercy, and not sacrifice.’ For I came not to call the righteous, but sinners.”’

What is this mercy, that Matthew found?

Here is part of a poem by Sr Miriam of the Holy Spirit, OCD: ‘I rose up from the acres of self that I tended with passion / and defended with flurries of pride; / I walked out of myself and went into the woods of God’s mercy, / and here I abide. / There is greenness and calmness and coolness, a soft leafy / covering from the judgment of sun overhead, / and the hush of His peace, and the moss of His mercy to tread. / I have naught but my will seeking God; even love burning in me / is a fragment of infinite loving and never my own. / And I fear God no more; I go forward to wander forever / in a wilderness made of His infinite mercy alone’.