Christ bears with the saints' imperfections; well may the saints one with another.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We have to become saints. We have to become like Christ. Anything less is simply not enough.
Saints need sinners.
Saints are ordinary people who love Jesus, try to be like him, are faithful to the duties of their state in life, sacrifice themselves for their neighbor, and keep their hearts and minds free of this world.
Saints are ordinary people who do what they do for the love of Jesus, say what they must say without fear, love their neighbor even when they are cursed by him, and live without regret over yesterday or fear of tomorrow.
One cannot possibly understand the teaching of the saints unless one has a pure mind and is trying to imitate their life.
The day is coming when there will not be one sick saint in the body of Christ.
The Saints are the elect children of the spouse of Christ, the precious fruit of her body; they are her crown of glory. And when these dear children quit her to reap their eternal reward, the mother retains precious memorials of them and holds up their example to her other children to encourage them to follow their glorious traces.
I am not going to say I have been a saint. I have not been a perfect man. None is perfect but the Father, which is in Heaven.
The creed of a true saint is to make the best of life, and to make the most of it.
That the saints may enjoy their beatitude and the grace of God more abundantly they are permitted to see the punishment of the damned in hell.