Quotes About Revelation

Dünya sürprizlerle ve gizlerle dolu. Yak?n?m?zdaki birilerini tan?d???m?z? düÅŸünürüz ama zamanla bilmediklerinizin bildiklerimizden çok daha fazla olduÄŸunu görürüz, zamanla daha az tan?n?r kar??daki, zamanla daha çok karanl?k nokta oluÅŸur. Ayd?nlanan çok ÅŸey olsa bile karanl?kta kalanlar her zaman daha fazlad?r.

Dr. David Jeremiah

2:14). The psalmist spoke of a time when the whole earth will "be filled with His glory" (Ps. 72:19). The book of Revelation predicts a time when "the kingdoms of this world" will become "the kingdoms of our Lord and of His Christ" (11:15).

Smugglin' that by me? That's like tryin' to smuggle sunrise past a rooster.

summarized as follows: Sunday: Favor with God (spiritual revelation, anointing, holiness). Monday: Favor with others (congregations, ministry staff, unsaved). Tuesday: Increased vision (wisdom and enlightenment, motives, guidance). Wednesday: Spirit, Soul, Body (health, appearance, attitudes

Some people react physically to the magic of poetry, to the moments, that is, of authentic revelation, of the communication, the sharing , at its highest level...A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape and significance of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.

Our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't.

Because after a time having a secret and nobody knowing you have a secret is no fun. And although you don't want others to know what the secret is, you want them to at least know you have one.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea

your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

If there is a religious agency in our lives, it has to appear in the manner of our times. Not from on high, but a revelation that hides itself in our culture, it will be ground-level, on the street, it'll be coming down the avenue in the traffic, hard to tell apart from anything else.

Good explanations are like bathing suits, darling; they are meant to reveal everything by covering only what is necessary.

Finding a secret can make everything else unimportant, you know.

Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.

Man must offer us something better than his own thoughts if he wants us to give up the thoughts of God.

God has spoken, at sundry times as well as in. diverse manners And if we are to understand what He has spoken we must learn to distinguish, not only the various peoples whom He has spoken, but the sundry times at which He has spoken to them, and also the. diverse manners.

the secret histories of things deserve to linger, to belong again to the coil of your hair I found once as a child, dried out by shadows, in a shut-tight wooden box

What is being born is a new consciousness and, as its inevitable reflection, a new world. This is also foretold in the New Testament Book of Revelation: "Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away.

Everything is shown up by being exposed to the light, and whatever is exposed to the light itself becomes light.

St. Paul expressed this universal principle beautifully: "Everything is shown up by being exposed to the light, and whatever is exposed to the light itself becomes light.

Homicide at its best stinks to high heaven because everyone walking this earth has a closet he'd prefer leaving closed and homicide rarely knocks before entering.

Scripture exists because we need revelation. We can't see reality clearly with the naked eye. Scripture is God's technology that allows us to see everything we need to see.

A thousand times rather face the wild hordes of the dead sea bottoms than meet the eyes of this beautiful young girl and tell her the thing that I must tell her.

Since there is so much that you know about me, can you tell me something about yourself? Some true thing? She asked, watching him, realizing that she knew nothing of the actual man that hid beneath the blandly smiling, smooth exterior that he presented. Some true thing? He laughed. Oh my dear, there is no true thing about me at all.