Oh, how great is the goodness of God, greater than we can understand. There are moments and there are mysteries of the divine mercy over which the heavens are astounded. Let our judgment of souls cease, for God's mercy upon them is extraordinary.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the profound nature of God's goodness and mercy, urging humility in our judgments of others.
Mary Faustina Kowalska emphasizes that God's goodness and mercy are beyond human comprehension. The quote invites individuals to recognize the extraordinary nature of divine mercy and to refrain from judging others, as God's love and compassion surpass all understanding and are astoundingly generous. It serves as a reminder of the importance of humility and grace in the face of divine love.
In practice
In a sermon about forgiveness and mercy, one might quote this to illustrate the depth of God's love.
Know that My Heart is mercy itself. From this sea of mercy graces flow out upon the world....I desire that your heart be an abiding place of My mercy. I desire that this mercy flow out upon the whole world through your heart.
The tongue is a small member, but it does big things. A religious who does not keep silence will never attain holiness; that is, she will never become a saint. Let her not delude herself - unless it is the Spirit of God who is speaking through her, for then she must not keep silent. But, in order to hear the voice of God, one has to have silence in one's soul and to keep silence; not a gloomy silence but an interior silence; that is to say, recollection in God.
Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience. A rustling in the leaves drives him away.
Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.
The good opinion of mankind, like the lever of Archimedes, with the given fulcrum, moves the world.
Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.
Truth is what your contemporaries let you get away with.
Does the open wound in another's breast soften the pain of the gaping wound in our own? Or does the blood which is welling from another man's side staunch that which is pouring from our own? Does the general anguish of our fellow creatures lessen our own private and particular anguish? No, no, each suffers on his own account, each struggles with his own grief, each sheds his own tears.
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