A faith is a necessity to a man, Victor Hugo said. Woe to him who believes in nothing.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, wrote Emily Dickinson.
And, charity begins at home, we were taught in kindergarten.
Faith, Hope and Charity, such as they are, the three theological virtues that inexorably link man to God.
Believing without seeing, hoping against hope, giving love just because.
Many are called, but few take heed. Some speak in tongues, but few practice what they preach.
There are mountains that touch the sky holding secrets in their bosom; where springs flow without ceasing and flowers bloom with no weeping.
There is a path that leads to salvation, but who treads it?
Vindictiveness leads to disaster, the straight road to redemption notwithstanding.
“Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: ‘It is mine to avenge; I will repay,’ says the Lord.”
Forgiveness is not easy for the heart that is impure.
And now these three remain - fides, spes et caritas. But the greatest of these is Love.
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