The way to plan the family is natural family planning not contraception. In destroying the power of giving life, through contraception, a husband or wife is doing something to self, and so it destroys the gift of life in him or her
Mother TeresaRead
To show great love for God and our neighbor we need not do great things. It is how much love we put in the doing that makes our offering something beautiful for God.
Interpretation
True love is shown in the quality of our actions, not in their magnitude.
This quote by Mother Teresa emphasizes that the essence of love is not in performing grand acts but in the genuine affection and care we impart into our actions. When we approach any task or service with love, it transforms even the simplest of offerings into something beautiful and meaningful in the eyes of God.
In practice
During a sermon about charitable deeds, this quote could inspire the congregation to engage more actively in community service.
The way to plan the family is natural family planning not contraception. In destroying the power of giving life, through contraception, a husband or wife is doing something to self, and so it destroys the gift of life in him or her
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