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
God does not love us because we are valuable. We are valuable because God loves us.
Interpretation
Our worth is derived from divine love rather than our own qualities.
This quote emphasizes that human value is not based on our achievements or inherent worth, but rather on the unconditional love that God has for us. It suggests that it is this divine love that imparts true value to our existence, encouraging a shift in perspective from self-worth based on personal attributes to a recognition of our worth as a result of being loved by a higher power.
In practice
In a church sermon discussing the nature of divine love.
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?
A woman gets angry when a man denies his faults, because she knew them all along. His lying mocks her affection; it is the deceit that angers her more than the faults.
Many married women who have deliberately spurned the "hour" of childbearing are unhappy and frustrated. They never discovered the joys of marriage because they refused to surrender to the obligation of their state. In saving themselves, they lost themselves!
No one has ever laughed at a pun who did not see in the one word a twofold meaning. To materialists this world is opaque like a curtain; nothing can be seen through it. A mountain is just a mountain, a sunset just a sunset; but to poets, artists, and saints, the world is transparent like a window pane - it tells of something beyond....a mountain tells of the Power of God, the sunset of His Beauty, and the snowflake of His Purity.
The big print giveth, and the fine print taketh away.
Hearing nuns' confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.
I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.
Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love
Matthew,' she said, 'have you ever loved someone and it became yourself?' For a moment he did not answer. Taking up the decanter he held it to the light. 'Robin can go anywhere, do anything,' Nora continued, 'because she forgets, and I nowhere because I remember.' She came toward him. 'Matthew,' she said, 'you think I have always been like this. Once I was remorseless, but this is another love β it goes everywhere; there is no place for it to stop β it rots me away.
Not everyone is your brother or sister in the faith, but everyone is your neighbor, and you must love your neighbor.
I feel that when we really love and accept and approve of ourselves exactly as we are, then everything in life works.
Lovers are the ones who know most about God; the theologian must listen to them.
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