Roman Catholic Diocese of St. Augustine - Arms

Arms

Arms of Roman Catholic Diocese of St. Augustine
Notes Arms was designed and adopted when the diocese was erected
Adopted 1870
Escutcheon The diocesan arms consists of background, quartered red (gules) and silver (argent). The main symbol of the field, a flaming heart transfixed by an arrow in gold.
Symbolism The coat of arms of the Diocese of St. Augustine reflects the diocese’s titular patron – St. Augustine of Hippo (d. 430) – as well as the history of the area of Florida that comprises the diocese. The background, quartered red (gules) and silver (argent) are reminiscent of the Spanish roots of Florida and the see city of St. Augustine which was founded in 1565. In the royal arms of Spain the fields of Castile and Leon are of these tinctures. The main symbol of the field, a flaming heart transfixed by an arrow in gold (or), is of the human heart transfixed by Divine Love. This is the traditional emblem of St. Augustine of Hippo depicting his famous quotation from Confessions, chapter 1: “Our hearts shall ever restless be, until they find their rest in Thee.”

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