As troubled as I am by the notion that Christians should be unable to judge right and wrong in our lives and in our culture, simply because we are not exempt from sin, I am more troubled by the notion that Christian love is about reminding people of the law that’s written on their hearts ad infinitum rather than practicing love that feels impossible, loving those who are most difficult for us to love. “OH! But that’s what I’m doing when I admonish!” they say. “I can’t let them go to hell! That would be unloving!” What I know about hellfire and damnation is that Jesus has the power to redeem us, and it is questionable how much power we have to save others from hell. What I know of admonishment, from admonishing my children, is that the more I admonish them, the further they run from me, whereas the more I love them, hold them close, show them affection, the closer they stay and the more likely they are to listen to my corrections.
— Betty Duffy, via TSO
Joy and gaiety were so much a part of [St. Philip Neri’s] normal disposition that Goethe, who esteemed him highly, called him the “humorous saint.” It was his gay, blithe spirit that opened for him the hearts of children. “Philip Neri, learned and wise, by sharing the pranks of children himself became a child again” (epitaph).
— via Julie