Quotes About Faith

The coyotes sounded like hurt dogs. They agitated plainly for Christ's return. May they not be heard.

The soybean crop was dead again, and the failed, whilted cornstalks were laid out on the ground like rows of underthings. Most of the farmers didn't even plant anymore. All the false visions had been erased. It felt like the moment before the Savior comes. And the Savior did come, but we had to wait a long time.

I know everything." Heinz sputtered and fumed somewhat like an automobile himself, and said, "I'm God!" Grainier thought about how to answer. Here seemed a conversation that could go no farther.

He saw no sign of their Bible, either. If the Lord had failed to protect even the book of his own Word, this proved to Granier that here had come a fire stronger than God.

He thought he might as well. There's really only one question. What's that? Did God really kill Himself? Leanna wasn't smiling now. She was staring at him, but softly. Who are you? she asked him. Whatever she meant by the question, he didn't want to answer it. He wiped his face with his napkin, and in reference to the warmth of the place said, Man.

Life after death, ghosts, Paradise, eternity--of course, we take all that as granted. Otherwise where's the fun?

When I sit up here... I'm just blown away God even notices us...

For am I now trying to win the favor of people, or God? Or am I striving to please people?

Life is a gift, however long it lasts. It's God's to give and take away as He sees fit. We go through life thinking we're entitled to our ninety, but we're not entitled to anything. All we can do is trust that He knows what He's doing. That He has a plan for all of us, and that no pain He allows in our life will go unused.

God, what is going on? Why are You leaving me with the one man who has the power to break me?

When you can't trust others, and you can't trust yourself, you can always trust God. He'll carry you through whatever comes your way.

Scientific research has documented the positive impact of prayer on human physiology.13 Prayer is more than talking to God. Rather, prayer is being with God, spirit-to-Spirit. Every time we are in the presence of God, we are changed. "The Lord…makes us more and more like him as we are changed into his glorious image" (2 Cor. 3:18 NLT).

Jesus is true to His Word: He will deliver us from every one of our pains and sorrows.

As we experience life throughout the years, the truth is that our heart gets broken—not like a broken bone per se, but wounds and offenses block aspects of our heart, cutting us off from feeling certain emotions or connecting with God.

Our relationship with God is not a matter of thinking about the Lord, analyzing Scriptures or saying mental prayers—but an act of our will to open the door of our heart!

If we are created to discover God, and we are, then our experience of Him is limited only by the diligence of our pursuit.

Feeling after God is dangerous business.

My uncle's death confirmed a suspicion of mine that madness and religion were a hair's breadth away.

And Christianity without passion, danger, and mystery may not really be Christianity after all.

When I was young, I asked my priest how to get to heaven and still protect yourself from all the evil in the world. He told me what God told His children;'You are sheep among wolves, be wise as the serpent, yet innocent as doves.

I believe in God. Maybe not the Catholic God or even the Christian one because I have a hard time seeing any God as elitist. I also have a hard time believing that anything that created rain forests and oceans and an infinite universe would, in the same process, create something as unnatural as humanity in its own image. I believe in God, but not as a he or she or an it, but as something that defines my ability to conceptualize within the rather paltry frames of reference I have on hand.

You are sheep among wolves. Be wise as serpents, yet innocent as doves.

I don't believe he casts people into eternal flame for fornication, as you pointed out. Or for believing in a version of him that is a little off the mark. I believe—or, I want to believe—he considers the worst sins to be those we commit in his name.

I'm a detective, but nuns could stonewall Sam Spade into an asylum