Quotes About Faith

Betsie saw where I was looking and laid a bird-thin hand over the whip mark. "Don't look at it, Corrie. Look at Jesus only." She drew away her hand: it was sticky with blood.

And so I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world's healing hinges, but on His. When He tells us to love our enemies, He gives, along with the command, the love itself.

Dear Jesus, I thank You that we must come with empty hands. I thank You that You have done all—all—on the cross, and that all we need in life or death is to be sure of this.

To whomever she speaks, African students on the shores of Lake Victoria, farmers in a Cuban sugar field, prisoners in an English penitentiary or factory workers in Uzbekistan, she brings the truth they learned in Ravensbruck: Jesus can turn loss into glory.

Every day of my life had ended like this: that deep steady voice, that sure and eager confiding of us all to the care of God. The Bible lay at home on its shelf, but much of it was stored in his heart.

Lord Jesus, I offer myself for Your people. In any way. Any place. Any time.

Lord, You turn the wheels of the galaxies. You know what makes the planets spin and You know what makes this watch run. . . ." The

when we've lost a friend, when a dream has failed, when we seem to have nothing left in the world to make life beautiful—that's when God says, You're richer than you think. Elizabeth

Of course it was not my wholeness, but Christ's that made the difference. The

Childhood scenes rushed back at me out of the night, strangely close and urgent. Today I know that such memories are the key not to the past, but to the future. I know that the experiences of our lives, when we let God use them, become the mysterious and perfect preparation for the work He will give us to do.

Oh, my dears, I am sorry for all Dutchmen now who do not know the power of God. For we will be beaten. But He will not.

Betsie, no hay ningún modo de que ni siquiera el mismo Dios pueda hacerme sentir agradecimiento por una pulga. —«Dad gracias por todo» –citó–. No dice «en circunstancias agradables». Y las pulgas forman parte de este lugar donde Dios nos ha puesto.

Whatever in our life is hardest to bear, love can transform into beauty. And

The wonderful thing about praying is that you leave a world of not being able to do something, and enter God's realm where everything is possible. He specializes in the impossible. Nothing is too great for His almighty power. Nothing is too small for His love.

There are no 'ifs' in God's world. And no places that are safer than other places. The center of His will is our only safety—Oh Corrie, let us pray that we may always know

Worrying does not empty tomorrow of its troubles...it empties today of its strength.

It was one thing to believe that such things were possible thousands of years ago, another to have it happen now, to us, this very day.

And so Betsie and I arrived in Barracks 8 in the small hours of that morning, bringing not only the Bible, but a new knowledge of the power of Him whose story it was.

One, the observable, external life, grew every day more horrible. The other, the life we lived with God, grew daily better, truth upon truth, glory upon glory.

Betsie, if I hadn't heard you in the kitchen—" But Betsie put a finger on my mouth. "Don't say it, Corrie! There are no 'ifs' in God's world. And no places that are safer than other places. The center of His will is our only safety—Oh Corrie, let us pray that we may always know it!" T

our welfare in the hereafter depended on how much we could accomplish here on earth.

And I've never met anybody who said that they were sorry that the Lord Jesus had entered their hearts.

The blacker the night around us grew, the brighter and truer and more beautiful burned the word of God. "Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? . . . Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.

And even if it wasn't right—it wasn't so very wrong, was it? Not wrong like sadism and murder and the other monstrous evils we saw in Ravensbruck every day. Oh, this was the great ploy of Satan in that kingdom of his: to display such blatant evil that one could almost believe one's own secret sins didn't matter.