How else can we love ourselves?

[Mark Dohle]

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How else can we love ourselves?​

God is always at work, in ways that can't be comprehended, or even seen. When Jesus was in the tomb, for a time, it seemed that evil had won, yet that was not the case, nor is it now.

As Christians, when we gain understanding more deeply what it means to be in Christ, or as St. Paul said: It is not I who live, but Christ Jesus who lives in me, it is then that Jesus can work through us. We can become Christ's hands and feet, his heart in an often cold world.

If we forget that, then we will become our own authority and act on that. The cycles that we find ourselves in can only be broken by stepping back, not reacting, but to be present to the one before us, no matter who they may be.

It is the grace of Christ who allows this to happen. How else can we love our enemies, indeed how else can we love ourselves? for we treat others the way we relate to ourselves.--Br.MD

 

[Estro Felino]

It is the mystery of Crucifixion.
Jesus went to the Cross to feel in His own bones and flesh all the sins and mistakes of mankind.
To say: Even if you hate me, I still love you. A love the human mind is not able to understand. Not yet.

We are commanded to do the same thing.
Say to our enemies: even if you hate me, I love you.

 

[Mark Dohle]

It is the mystery of Crucifixion.
Jesus went to the Cross to feel in His own bones and flesh all the sins and mistakes of mankind.
To say: Even if you hate me, I still love you. A love the human mind is not able to understand. Not yet.

We are commanded to do the same thing.
Say to our enemies: even if you hate me, I love you.

Wow, powerfully put, thank you!!!

 

[Estro Felino]

Wow, powerfully put, thank you!!!

Thank you.
Your thread made me sing this song I translated from Italian

How beautiful you are Mary
During these days where on Earth there is hunger, there is war...
How beautiful you are.

How Beautiful you are, Mary
During these hours where across the world there is hatred, there is no forgiveness,
How Beautiful you are.

How Beautiful you are, Mary.
You are beautiful, as beautiful as the Sun
As pure as a teardrop that will come down from Heaven.
And which will take away this hatred from the world.
You are beautiful, more beautiful than the Sun
As pure as a tear that already comes out of your eyes
And which will wash away this hatred from the world.
How beautiful you are.


How beautiful you are, Mary
In the prayers of those who suffer, who cry, who hope
How beautiful you are
How beautiful you are, Mary while this Sun is setting on the hunger, on the war.
How beautiful you are, Mary.


You are beautiful , as beautiful as the Sun.
As pure as a teardrop that already comes down from Heaven
And which will take away this hatred from the world.
You are beautiful, more beautiful than the Sun.
As pure as a teardrop that will come out of your eyes.
And which will wash away this hatred from the world.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Mary