The Measure Of Love Is To Love

No One Indeed Believes Anything Unless He Has First Thought That It It To Be Believed.

... At The Beginning Of The Human Race The Woman Was Made Of A Rib Taken From The Side Of The Man While He Slept; For It Seemed Fit That Even Then Christ And His Church Should Be Foreshadowed In This Event. For That Sleep Of The Man Was The Death Of Christ, Whose Side, As He Hung Lifeless Upon The Cross, Was Pierced With A Spear, And There Flowed From It Blood And Water, And These We Know To Be The Sacraments By Which The Church Is Built Up.

The Bible Was Composed In Such A Way That As Beginners Mature, Its Meaning Grows With Them.

What Can Be Hoped For Which Is Not Believed?

So Give To The Poor; I'm Begging You, I'm Warning You, I'm Commanding You, I'm Ordering You.