Quotes About Suffering

Nunca te pareces más a Jesús que cuando oras por otros. Ora por la gente que amas; ora por los que no amas. Ora por este mundo que sufre. Preséntale tu caso al Dador del pan.

Nunca te pareces más a Jesús que cuando oras por otros. Ora por la gente que amas; ora por los que no amas. Ora por este mundo que sufre. Preséntale tu caso al Dador del pan. Y trae la canasta para los alimentos. Dios te dará abundantes bendiciones para que se las lleves.

God doesn't manufacture pain, but he certainly puts it to use.

Right there in the middle of a world which isn't fair. He saw you betrayed by those you love. He saw you with a body which gets sick and a heart which grows weak . . . On the eve of the cross, Jesus made his decision. He would rather go to hell for you than go to heaven without you. And the

In God's hands intended evil becomes eventual good. That's the message of Genesis 50:20 and the heart of Joseph's story.

there are times when hearts grow so hard and ears so dull that God turns us over to endure the consequences of our choices.

he does pledge to reweave your pain for a higher purpose.

Are you angry with God? Tell him. Disgusted with God? Let him know. Weary of telling people you feel fine when you don't? Tell the truth. My friends Thomas and Andrea Davidson did. A stray bullet snatched their fourteen-year-old son, Tyler, out of their lives. Tom writes:

We fear disturbance, change, fear to bring to light and to talk about what is painful. Suffering often feels like failure, but it is actually the door into growth.

When grace is given it comes to us as joy, maybe, but it can also be earned, I am convinced, through the rigorous examination of the sources of pain.

The hardest thing we are asked to do in this world is to remain aware of suffering, suffering about which we can do nothing. Every human instinct is to turn away. Not see. It is, I'm afraid, exemplified by Reagan who refuses to imagine the suffering of twelve million unemployed and the degradation of men and women who are deprived of work and treated in this country like pariahs.

In the end what kills is not agony (for agony at least asks something of the soul) but everyday life.

For only the ill are well, Only the hunted, free

Death comes by installments but sometimes the first installments can be very steep, perhaps much more painful to those around them than to the person

Yesterday I had a wonderful day with Danny, a man of twenty who has grown a lot of wisdom through suffering. We recognize each other as fellow sufferers, possibly suffering for the same reason, an acute awareness beyond what we are able to put into action or to 'be', as it were.

Glory falls around us as we sob a dirge of desolation on the Cross

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

Cotton rows crisscross the world And dead-tired nights of yearning Thunderbolts on leather strops And all my body burning Sugar cane reach up to God And every baby crying Shame a blanket of my night And all my days are dying

not only was cleanliness next to Godliness, dirtiness was the inventor of misery.

It seemed terribly unfair to have a toothache and a headache and have to bear at the same time the heavy burden of Blackness.

It's another to the body, and it looks like Louis is going down.' My race groaned. It was our people falling. It was another lynching, yet another Black man hanging on a tree. One more woman ambushed and raped. A Black boy whipped and maimed. It was hounds on the trip of a man running through slimy swamps. It was a white woman slapping her maid for being forgetful.

Life was cheap and death entirely free.

The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, 'Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone.

I thought at the time that it was noble to bear the ills one had silently. But not so silently that others didn't know one was bearing them.