Quotes About Devotion

The secret of praying is praying in secret.

Yet ministers who do not spend two hours a day in prayer are not worth a dime a dozen, degrees or no degrees.

The Cinderella of the church of today is the prayer meeting. This handmaid of the Lord is unloved and unwooed because she is not dripping with the pearls of intellectualism, nor glamorous with the silks of philosophy; neither is she enchanting with the tiara of psychology.

No man is greater than his prayer life. The

Prayer makes the soul tender.

The ugly fact is that altar fires are either out or burning very low. The prayer meeting is dead or dying. By our attitude to prayer we tell God that what was begun in the Spirit we can finish in the flesh. What church ever asks its candidating ministers what time they spend in prayer? Yet ministers who do not spend two hours a day in prayer are not worth a dime a dozen, degrees or no degrees.

He who would teach the people to pray must first himself be given to prayer.

No man is greater than his prayer life. The pastor who is not praying is playing; the people who are not praying are straying. The pulpit can be a shopwindow to display one's talents; the prayer closet allows no showing off.

Prayer—the soul's blood. —GEORGE HERBERT

Dead to the world and all its toys! Its idle pomp and fading joys! Jesus, my glory be!

If we will give God time, He will give us timeless souls.

The price is high. God does not want partnership with us, but ownership of us.

To make my weak heart strong and brave, Send the fire. To live a dying world to save, send the fire. Oh, see me on Thy altar lay My life, my all, this very day; To crown the offering now, I pray: Send the fire! —F. de L. Booth-Tucker

The cost might be prison, for it were better that he should be ''the prisoner of the Lord'' for a few years than that his fellow men should be the devil's prisoners in hell forever.

The sweet hour of prayer as a mid-week breather in the church has been reduced to a sweet twenty minutes of prayer.

Yet again in writing to a friend of John Smith he says, "I have often seen him come downstairs in the morning after several hours in prayer, his eyes swollen with weeping. He would soon introduce the subject of his anxiety by saying, 'I am a brokenhearted man; yes, indeed, I am an unhappy man, not for myself but on account of others. God has given me such a sight of the value of precious souls that I cannot live if souls are not saved. Oh give me souls, or else I die!

Brethren, to our knees again,

Our praying, however, needs to be pressed and pursued with an energy that never tires, a persistency which will not be denied, and a courage which never fails. —E. M. BOUNDS

If you've never bled, you have no material for preaching. If when you're finished preaching you're not finished, spent, wiped out — if you haven't "given blood" — you haven't really preached.9

The more devoted a woman shows herself, the sooner the man sobers down and becomes domineering. The more cruelly she treats him and the more faithless she is, the worse she uses him, the more wantonly she plays with him, the less pity she shows him, by so much the more will she increase his desire, be loved, worshipped by him.

Well you know me Ã¢â'¬â€œ I am a woman of stone, your Venus in Furs, your ideal, so kneel and adore me.

You have taught me what love is. Your serene form of worship let me forget two thousand years.

What you call cruel," the goddess of love replied eagerly, "is simply the element of passion and of natural love, which is woman's nature and makes her give herself where she loves, and makes her love everything, that pleases her.

The Baron had become her slave: whatever she demanded of him he carried out with pleasure. When her humour so decreed, he would lie at her feet like a slave..., like a dog!