God is love. Christ is the Son of His love. And because He loved His people to the end, He asked them to prove their love to Him by obeying His commands, and by loving one another with the love with which He loves them. In heaven and on earth, and in all our work for Christ and our care for the world, the greatest thing is love.

Remember that you have been saved in order to serve, and you are on earth for the sole purpose of making God's love known to others.

You know what John says: "No man hath seen God at any time. If we love one another; God dwelleth in us" (I John 4:12). That is, I cannot see God, but as a compensation I can see my brother, and if I love him, God dwells in me.

The life of Jesus suggests that to be like Abba is to show compassion.

Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and joy and freedom for you, there can be no real peace or joy or freedom for me. To see reality-not as we expect it to be but as it is-is to see that unless we live for each other and in and through each other, we do not really live very satisfactorily; that there can really be life only where there really is, in just this sense, love.

For no man who lives at all lives unto himself. He either helps or hinders all who are in anywise connected to him.

It is the chief joy of all holy beings to witness the joy and happiness of those around them.

The clipping said forgiveness meant that God is for giving, and that we are here for giving too, and that to withold love or blessings is to be completely delusional.

O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console to be understood as to understand to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive it is in pardoning that we are pardoned and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

the miraculous application of love as a balm on every wound.

This is the love of God, an alchemy that can turn enemies into children.

Mankind now faces its ultimate emergency. In such a moment of crisis, is it not right for us to call upon the instinct that has always ensured our survival in the past? A poet in an earlier, almost equally troubled age put it better than I can ever hope to do: WE MUST LOVE ONE ANOTHER OR DIE.