Woe to you Pharisees! You pay tithes of mint and of rue and of every garden herb, but you pay no attention to judgment and to love for God. These you should have done, without overlooking the others.
Woe to you Pharisees! You love the seat of honor in synagogues and greetings in marketplaces.
Woe to you! You are like unseen graves over which people unknowingly walk."
Then one of the scholars of the law said to him in reply, "Teacher, by saying this you are insulting us too."
And he said, "Woe also to you scholars of the law! You impose on people burdens hard to carry, but you yourselves do not lift one finger to touch them.
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"Woe to you Pharisees! You love the seat of honor"
The soul of the humble is like the sea. Throw a stone into the sea – for a moment it will ruffle the surface and then sink to the bottom. Thus do afflictions disappear down in the hearts of the humble because the strength of the Lord is with them.
Where is your habitation, O humble soul? And who dwells in you; and to what shall I liken you? You burn bright like the sun, and are not consumed (Ex 3,2), but with your warmth you give warmth to all. The earth is yours, for the meek shall inherit the earth, said the Lord (Mt 5,5). You are like a flowering garden. In the heart of the garden lies a fair dwelling where it pleases the Lord to take up his abode.
You are the beloved of heaven and earth. The apostles, prophets, saints and holy Fathers love you. The angels, the Seraphim and Cherubim love you. The most holy Mother of God loves you, O humble soul. The Lord loves you and, in you, he rejoices.
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