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HOW TO REACT TO A PRIVATE REVELATION
I need help discerning. There's a catholic blogger matthewSix25to34....I've had him in my inbox for years. However. I was lead to contact him...he is promoting the 26 principles God the Father gave him about "courts" in heaven. He also...Read more
Jesse Romero's reflections on the Derek Chauvin Trial
This was without a doubt a politically charged verdict, but truth be told, Derek Chauvin gave the prosecution and jury a lot to work with. Why? What regulates law enforcement officers actions regarding the ‘use of force’ is Graham vs...Read more
WHAT TO DO WHEN A SPOUSE IS DIABOLICALLY AFFLICTED
I'm in desperate need of guidance! I value all your thoughts and opinions and I’m hoping you can give me some kind of direction. My husband is suffering with extreme alcoholism and also has a history with the occult...Read more
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Archbishop Fulton Sheen
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Liking and Loving
The Greeks had a second word for love which was philia. This is the love we have for humanity. It was to be irrespective of any class, race, color, or any other distinction. Philia was not just a liking, it was a loving. Now there's a difference between the two. Liking is in the emotions, in the feelings. Loving is in the will. Because liking is in the emotions, the emotions can change, grow dull. But loving is in the will, and is therefore subject to command. Hence our Lord said: 'A new commandment I give to you”--a commandment—“Love one another as I have loved you.” This is the difference between the two. I can illustrate it by an example. I don't like chicken. Why don't I like chicken? Because when I was a boy, my father used to send us Sheen kids out to one of his farms every weekend and every summer. The tenant farmer, in order to get in good with us, would give us chicken every day except Friday. In the course of my young life, I wrung the necks of 48,632 hens. At night I don't have nightmares, I have night-hens. I have visions of headless chickens squirming in barnyard dust. So I don't like chicken. But if I go to a retreat and am given chicken, I eat it because I could love it. I don't want to hurt the person in the galley who gave it to me. This is the difference between liking and loving.