Quotes About Faith

Only God can deliver you from the evil you love so much."

We can reach our world, if we will. The greatest lack today is not people or funds. The greatest need is prayer.

Poetry... It's a lot like prayer.

I'm convinced that one of the most powerful forces on earth is the prayer of a child.

A church begins to die when it says, 'They were just children.

The handholds for hope are there for all of us but are made plainest to those in poverty, for whom survival actually depends on hope in their God.

It all begins, I maintain, with that powerful and underutilized thing called love. God's love for the individual is displayed by those people who reflect his love in their words and deeds. It ultimately gets understood and accepted by the child in poverty, and through that individual's love for others, the world gets changed.

Just know this: What you will do among children is as close to the heart of God and central to his kingdom as anything we could mention.

7. Works done by unregenerate men, although for the matter of them they may be things which God commands; and of good use both to themselves and others: yet, because they proceed not from an heart purified by faith; nor are done in a right manner,according to the Word; nor to a right end, the glory of God, they are therefore sinful, and cannot please God, or make a man meet to receive grace from God: and yet, their neglect of them is more sinful and displeasing unto God.

We humans have a nasty habit of deciding to believe that things we don't actually understand are explained in some way that we make up. And the next thing we know, we're killing each other over these imaginings.

Beliefs are walls. Questions are doors.

Our whole religious journey is, at its core, an effort to ensure that the death of the body does not mean annihilation.

I've got some good saints out there - that's right - that pray for me constantly. You've gotta have that!

A witness, in the sense that I am using the word, is a man whose life and faith are so completely one that when the challenge comes to step out and testify for his faith, he does so, disregarding all risks, accepting all consequences.

Human societies, like human beings, live by faith and die when faith dies.

At issue was the question whether this man's faith could prevail against a man whose equal faith it was that this society is sick beyond saving, and that mercy itself pleads for its swift extinction and replacement by another.

At issue in the Hiss Case was the question whether this sick society, which we call Western civilization, could in its extremity still cast up a man whose faith in it was so great that he would voluntarily abandon those things which men hold good, including life, to defend it.

my century..is unique in the history of men for two reasons. It is the first century since life began when a decisive part of the most articulate section of mankind has not merely ceased to believe in God, but has deliberately rejected God. And it is the century in which this religious rejection has taken a specifically political form….

A man is not primarily a witness against something. That is only incidental to the fact that he is a witness for something.

I was asked something about the economic problem of Communism. I answered, citing Dostoyevsky: "The problem of Communism is not an economic problem. The problem of Communism is the problem of atheism.

Economics is not the central problem of this century. It is a relative problem which can be solved in relative ways. Faith is the central problem of this age. The Western world does not know it, but it already possesses the answer to this problem-but only provided that its faith in God and the freedom He enjoins is as great as Communism's faith in Man.

As I continued to pray raggedly, prayer ceased to be an awkward and self-conscious act. It became a daily need to which I looked forward. If, for any reason, I were deprived of it, I was distressed as if I had been deprived of some life necessity, like water. I cannot say I changed. There tore through me a transformation with the force of a river, which, dammed up and diverted for a lifetime, bursts its way back to its true channel. I became what I was. I ceased to be what I was not.

Is dirt nice? Is death nice? Above all is dying nice? And, in the end, we must ask, is God nice? I doubt it.

Sometimes I do believe in predestination. I feel helpless to do anything but what I am compelled to do.