Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?
Fulton J. SheenRead
Charity is to be measured, not by what one has given away, but by what one has left.
Interpretation
True charity is about the impact of generosity rather than the mere act of giving.
Fulton J. Sheen suggests that the essence of charity lies not in how much one gives away, but in what remains after the act of giving. This perspective encourages individuals to consider the importance of their remaining resources and the intent behind their generosity, highlighting that the most meaningful acts of charity are those that take into account the giver's capacity and the consequences of their giving.
In practice
During a charity event, a speaker might quote this to emphasize the importance of thoughtful giving.
Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?
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