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Your post is gibberish.

I suppose that I should pay attention to an expert.

So many of your posts are gibberish.

So many? How many is so many? 1? 5? 100? All? Come on, even harpies can be explicit.

You post nasty comments about individual people.

Which individual people? Are you an individual people? I'd like you to prove it.

You make sarcastic statements that have no foundation in reality nor do they have anything to do with the topic being discussed.

Prove it.

You post stupidity and ignorance.

Prove it. Put up or shut up.

You’re in the right church.

The Church created by the Lord Jesus Christ? Correct.

The faith that everything of ultimate importance is taken care of in Our Lord Jesus Christ would inevitably lead to a certain equanimity. The need to pervert discourse, to deny any error, to stir up strife, to condemn, and to slander would tend simply to fall away from someone steeped in the confidence that comes from the knowledge of the love of God in Jesus.

When I am safe and know it, I am not outraged by the futile efforts of others to sow confusion.

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.
In some texts it is:
(charity, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, generosity, gentleness, faithfulness, modesty, self-control, and chastity.

The Sacred Heart of Jesus, the human heart, now glorified beyond our imagining, with which God loves us, pulses with love for us and for our antagonists. It is a large heart, capacious, with room for us and for those who argue against us.

I judge myself because sometimes I have preferred bitterness, or at least a kind of tartness, before resting in the Heart which yearns for me. I judge myself, but I reckon myself saved because I have ventured to the threshold of that Door.

There, we can be pained, we are granted the inestimable privilege of sharing in His pain. I dare say we can even be killed there, if you want to look at it that way.

But we cannot be harmed. And therefore nothing need come between us and Love.

He hears our prayer. If we invite Him into our hearts, He may rearrange the furniture a little, but He will condescend to live in the dirty hovels we offer Him. But at the same time, by the centurion's spear, He has opened His heart to us. There is no better habitation. Let us take refuge there, and there let us find the love for which we have ached for so long.

And from that secure and lofty keep, let us love those who torment us. We do neither them nor ourselves any good, and we grieve our Lord, if we stop that stream of Love He means to flow through us to all the thirsty.