Quotes About Faith

Do it, I thought, in an agony of apprehension. For God's sake, do it now and don't be gentle!

STINKING PAPIST

I'm honest enough to say that I dinna care what the right and wrong of hit may be, so long as you are here wi' me, Claire, he said softly. If it was a sin for you to choose me... then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him for tempting ye to it.

I have been more fortunate than most, I suppose," he said quietly. "There was the one thing he would take from me." His expression softened as he looked down into the face of the boy in the palm of his hand. "And he has given me something most precious in return.

She raised a thick, ruddy brow at him. "You never heard of benign hypocrisy? I thought they teach you stuff like that when you go to minister school. Since you mention gassing away about morality. That's a minister's job, too, isn't it?

of hand; he had

If you knew they were really balls of flaming gas, you could imagine them as van Gogh saw them, without difficulty Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and looking into that illuminated void, you understood why people have always looked up into the sky when talking to God. You need to feel the immensity of something very much bigger than yourself, and there it is—immeasurably vast, and always near at hand. Covering you. Help me, I said silently. I

no matter how much a man may try to do what is right, the outcome may not be one that he either foresees or desires. And that's grounds for regret—sometimes verra great regret," he added more softly, "but not for everlasting guilt. For it is there we must throw ourselves on God's mercy and hope to receive it.

Put your trust in God, and pray for guidance. And when in doubt, eat.

nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti," he babbled, crossing

I think God takes no account of Time.

Actúa siempre como si supieras lo que estás haciendo, aunque no lo sepas.»

Aye, well," he said. "I suppose I'm maybe not poisoned.

When God closes a door, he opens a window.

Put your trust in God, and pray for guidance. And when in doubt, eat." A Franciscan monk had once given me that advice, and on the whole

Thought of the general drew his fragmented thoughts together, a magnet in a scatter of loose iron filings. Someone to depend on…a man to share the burden…he wanted that, above all things. "Oh, God," he whispered, and moths touched his face, gentle in the dark.

Lord, help me do what You want me to do—but in the name of Christ Your son, let me live through it.

people will treat with disdain such phenomena as are proved by the evidence of the senses, and commonly experienced—while they will defend to the death the reality of a phenomenon which they have neither seen nor experienced. "Faith is as powerful a force as science," he concluded, voice soft in the darkness, "—but far more dangerous.

I suppose men can make all the laws they like," he said, "but God made hope.

Who makes a garden works with God.

the frantic, reflexive Dear Lord, let it be all right of everyone facing crisis. Over time, either the crisis or the petitioner wears down, and prayer either ceases or Ã¢â'¬Â¦ the person praying starts to listen.

Isaiah, chapter 6, verse 8: Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me.

It was one thing to know Christ as God and Savior and all the other capital-letter things that went with that. It was another to realize with shocking clarity that, bar the nails, he knew exactly how Jesus of Nazareth had felt. Alone. Betrayed, terrified, wrenched away from those he loved, and wanting with every atom of one's being to stay alive.

and he shuddered in spite of the heat and crossed himself.