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
All love craves unity. As the highest peak of love in the human order is the unity of husband and wife in the flesh, so the highest unity in the Divine order is the unity of the soul and Christ in communion.
Interpretation
Love seeks connection and unity, both in human relationships and spiritual communion.
In this quote, Fulton J. Sheen emphasizes the essential nature of love as a force that longs for unity. He draws a parallel between the profound bond between a husband and wife, which represents the highest form of human love, and the union of the soul with Christ, highlighting that love transcends earthly connections and reaches into the divine realm.
In practice
During a wedding ceremony, to emphasize the importance of love and unity between the couple.
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?
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Hearing nuns' confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.
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No young lady can be justified in falling in love before the gentleman's love is declared, it must be very improper that a young lady should dream of a gentleman before the gentleman is first known to have dreamt of her.
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