-- Letters 1202; O. XVII, pp. 213-214
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
He who looks upon his neighbor outside of the breast of the Savior runs the risk of not loving him purely, constantly or fairly; but if he considers him nestling in the breast of his Savior, how could he help but love him? Who would not put up with him? Who would not tolerate his imperfections? Who would consider him crude or troublesome? But our neighbor is precisely there, in the sacred breast of the Savior, so worthy of being loved that the Divine Lover died for love for him.