Quotes About Grace

In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. – John 1:4

In due time Christ died for the ungodly. . . . Christ died for us. – Romans 5:6, 8

We had to celebrate this happy day. For your brother was dead and has come back to life! He was lost, but now he is found! – Luke 15:32 NLT

Come now, and let us reason together," says the LORD , "though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall be as wool." – Isaiah 1:18

She was magnanimous to former opponents, never retaliating against supporters of her former husband or other adversaries, personal or official.

If you cannot undo what you have done, you are trapped. It is easy to understand how helpless and hopeless you then feel and why you might want to give up. . . . Restoring what you cannot restore, healing the wound you cannot heal, fixing that which you broke and you cannot fix is the very purpose of the atonement of Christ.

To have faith in Christ is to believe in him, and, as Stephen Robinson pointed out beautiful in his book Believing Christ (Deseret Book, 1992), it is to believe what the Lord says.

It has wisely been said that grace is God's acceptance of us, while faith is our acceptance of God's acceptance of us.

When we look at Calvary and behold the Savior dying for us, we should see in his death not first our salvation but our damnation being borne and carried away by him!

Never should the atonement be represented so as to suggest that it was the Father who hated the sinner, that it was the Son who loved the sinner, and that his cross work won the Father over to clemency or extorted the Father's gracious attitude toward the sinner from him against his will.

Whereas every other religion of the world represents men as seeking after their gods, Christianity represents God as seeking after men.

It is either a "once-for-all" salvation or a "not-at-all" salvation. There is no middle ground.

Go, little book, and wish to all Flowers in the garden, meat in the hall, A bin of wine, a spice of wit, A house with lawns enclosing it, A living river by the door, A nightingale in the sycamore

Under the wide and starry sky,Dig the grave and let me lie.Glad did I live and gladly die,And I laid me down with a will.This be the verse you grave for me:Here he lies where he longed to be;Home is the sailor, home from sea,And the hunter home from the hill.

Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere…. Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind, spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies.

Father, forgive memy injuries,as I forgivethose Ihave injured!You never climbedMount Sion, yet leftdinosaurdeath-steps on the crust,where I must walk.

when that small Siberian bird fell out of the sky over Gray's River, not once but twice, he brought with him the sweetness of chance in any place, the certainty of wonder in all places. And if that's not grace, I don't know what it.

God goes with thoughtless people.

To me it's as if the day has been tossed into my lap by a benevolent god who likes to gives things to good-for-nothings.

Je bescheidener meine Wohnung war, um so eleganter wirkte alle Eleganz auf mich, um so künstlerischer erschienen mir Schöpfungen aus dem Gebiet der Kunst, und Freunde und Liebe kamen mir um so freundlicher und liebenswürdiger vor.

In a Christian home, there's something special. It's called grace.

As the Greeks see it, elegance arises from excavation, from the cavity.

At the end of oneself was the best place to discover the Lord at work.

I believed for a long time that I had made my bed and had to lie in it. But then You remade the bed, didn't You? You took me from a place of misery into a place of happiness, step by step. I didn't deserve any of it. But look at the life I've had. Blessing upon blessing. Yes, hardship too. But blessings still. So much grace, Lord. So much grace.