The great gift of Easter is hope - Christian hope which makes us have that confidence in God, in his ultimate triumph, and in his goodness and love, which nothing can shake.
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On the whole, monks do not become famous - and that is a good thing - but monasteries do - and that is an excellent thing. In other words, it is the community that matters.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote emphasizes the significance of community over individual fame.
Basil Hume reflects on the role of monks and monasteries, suggesting that while individual monks may not seek fame, the monasteries themselves symbolize the essence of community and collective purpose. This highlights the value of working together and the strength found in community rather than in personal recognition.
Themes
CommunityMonksMonasteriesTogethernessFame
In practice
Example use cases
In a speech about teamwork, one might use this quote to highlight the importance of collaboration over individual achievements.
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