Quotes About Revelation

I stand accused of bringing you more bad than good news. At times, and we are in such a time now, at times in human history, bad is disproportionate to good, and so I own up to the indictment. It's a fact of life, my Canadian brethren, that we cannot always control where the truth comes from, or how bad it turns out to be, or what it reveals about human nature.

Jung: we only discover what supports us when everything else we thought supported us doesn't support us anymore.

after I visited him, and I couldn't

Why doesn't God do something so spectacular that we would know what we are supposed to do?

It is curious how one's cup may be filled up by another and no words are passed to indicate the process that is taking place. . . It was as if, for a moment, I had been brushed by the angel's wing.

They came close. Oh they came close. Was all set to put a gun in my mouth and pull the trigger. But there was a computer glitch. Isnt that something? A stupid glitch and I had to wait a few days and then I saw the errors of my ways, saw so clearly that I was killing the wrong person. Its not me that needs killing, its them. Funny how things can change in the wink of an eye.

Humility was a cult in my family. I only got it out of my father by accident when he was very old that he had won an Olympic gold medal.

The book of nature brought me to the book of Scripture, which led me, in turn, to submit my life to the Redeemer, Jesus Christ. I am not alone. I have met many others who came to Christ in a similar way. Some Christians are amazed to hear how frequently I get to share my faith with strangers. To a large degree, God uses the book of nature and the links he reveals between nature's record and key components of his redemptive plan to open up these opportunities.

The uniqueness of God's Word sets our faith apart from all others. No other book reveals both the world around us and the world within us with complete and demonstrable accuracy and consistency. Testable accuracy and consistency. Increasing accuracy and consistency. So, that's where my apologia begins. It ends, of course, with the person who rightfully claimed, 'I am the way—and the truth and the life' (John 14:6).

No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride...and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well...maybe chalk it up to forced consciousness expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.

I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.

It is a flower that can be opened in many way...Unfold the petals of [your] stories one by one and [you] will see a great deal.

Looking at me, you'd never guess I'd killed three people. It isn't fair.

In addition, we have those who, while recognizing the Bible as a revelation from God, blunt its message by applying it to a time other than our own. This may take the form of an eschatologically overworked imagination, which pushes the significance of the Bible into the future. On this approach, the Bible is seen as a source book for end-times prophecies rather than a message that speaks to us in our everyday life.

The basic point, then, of the introductory verses is that God's word comes to the exiles. Now

drunk enough on earth's liquors to relish the prospect of the knife.

I half knew what to expect when I saw the cricket ground in the morning. It was when I started to talk to people working out there, I began to find what I was looking for.

I jerked the blankets right back off her, and there she was with her nightdress up around her neck. It was a shock to me that, her starting to look like a woman." [Jimmy about Molly]

Marriage is a ghastly public confession of a strictly private intention.

But there is a truth here; seeing is magical. Looking kills. The longer I looked, the more the magic faded.

He fell to his knees, and as the twin arcologies reduced him to nothing, he also came out of his annihilated anonymity to realize that he was special, he was unique, that his light shone brighter than all the million glowworm windows, for he alone knew nothing.

the small knot of raincoated citizens loitering at a waxman's booth suddenly cast off their waxed raincoats to become iridescent birds of paradise and pulled from the waxman's awning long, streaming banners with which they danced through the crowds of workaday citizens, wrapping them in rippling silk and mystery while from the back of the booth roman candles ignited and fountained silver fire into the air.

Doubting ended. Faith restored. What to do, how it must be done, and why; clear and unambiguous as the whisper of an archangel. Rebirth from the womb of a synthetic sleep-pod. Courtney Hall grinned.

She lay in the dark and knew everything.