Genesis 1:27 So God
created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created
them; male and female he created them.
There are
no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations,
cultures, arts, civilizations—these are mortal, and their life is to ours as
the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry,
snub, and exploit—immortal horrors or everlasting splendors. This does not mean
that we are to be perpetually solemn: We must play. But our merriment must be
of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between
people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously—no flippancy, no
superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be a real and costly love,
with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner—no mere
tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment.
Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object
presented to your senses. If he is your Christian neighbor, he is holy in
almost the same way, for in him also Christ vere latitat—the glorifier and
the glorified, Glory Himself, is truly hidden.
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