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Is God generous or not?

Turn to any page of St. Faustina’s Diary, and you find spiritual gems. Marc Massery, a staff writer for the Marian Fathers at the National Shrine of The Divine Mercy, reflects on one such gem:

Today I saw the Crucified Lord Jesus. Precious pearls and diamonds were pouring forth from the wound in His Heart. I saw how a multitude of souls was gathering these gifts, but there was one soul who was closest to His Heart and she, knowing the greatness of these gifts, was gathering them with liberality, not only for herself, but for others as well. The Savior said to me, Behold, the treasures of grace that flow down upon souls, but not all souls know how to take advantage of My generosity. (1687)

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