There is no affliction, trial, or labor difficult to endure, when we consider the torments and sufferings which Our Lord Jesus Christ endured for us.
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How is it that we do not die of love in seeing that God Himself could do no more than shed His divine blood for us drop by drop? When as man He was preparing for death, He made Himself our food in order to give us life. God becomes food, bread for his creatures. Is this not enough to make us die of love?
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the profound love of God, illustrating how His sacrifice demonstrates the depths of divine love for humanity.
Teresa of Avila emphasizes the extraordinary nature of God's love as exemplified in His self-sacrifice. By willingly shedding His blood and becoming our sustenance, God provides not just physical life but a deeper spiritual nourishment, inviting us to respond with overwhelming love and devotion in return. This intimate relationship illustrated through God's self-giving nature reveals the transformative power of love that is meant to inspire us to love in return.
Themes
LoveSacrificeDivineNourishmentFaithDevotion
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a sermon to illustrate the depth of God's love and sacrifice.
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