Quotes About Worship

To spend your time thinking about what you can do to keep from disappointing him, or what might happen if you were to displease her, or how it might look if you did this, or how you might be rejected if you didn't do that, rather than simply thinking about how you can please God, is not only worry, but stupidity.

Moreover, since man cannot of himself discover God and know Him, it was necessary that God should reveal Himself. Without such a self-revelation on the part of God it would be utterly impossible for man to enter into religious relationship to Him. God did reveal Himself, and in His self-revelation determined the worship and service that is well-pleasing to Him.

She did not believe me. You do not worship the Sun. The sun gives life to all things. Without the sun this would be a dark, dead world. Perhaps, I added, the spirit we worship is the same, and only the names are different. The message from He who rules over us all may come to each people in a different way.

Rockefeller devoted a great deal of his spare time to religion.

For Pierpont and Fanny, Sundays were devoted to religion.

God is your Creator, so have some creaturely respect.

We too need to scour the Bible to learn how God wants to be worshiped. For it doesn't matter how you and I want to praise God. It's not ultimately important whether worship makes us feel good or if the music is to our liking. True worship must always be offered on God's terms, not ours. So we need to learn how God wants to be worshiped.

As for God, I frankly admit that I find it easier to live with the age-old questions about suffering than with many of the easy or pious explanations offered from time to time. Some of which seem to verge on blasphemy. I hope so much that no one has sought to try and comfort you by saying that God must have needed Francesca more than you. I would find it impossible to worship a God who deliberately stole my child from me. Such a God would be a moral monster.

The tumalt and shouting dies, The captains and the kings depart. Still stands thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heat. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.

It was splendid,' said Dame Perpetua in the Abbess's room. 'You made it splendid.' 'It wasn't I,' said Abbess Catherine. 'It is splendid. That is the blessing of the liturgy, it wipes out self.

It's funny about religion, whether it's the religion of white Rasta kids or even my own mom it's usually got some other point than thanks and praise. For the people doing the thanking and praising, I mean.

To turn mass time into a sacred concert, or a prayer meeting, to make it too lively and interesting, with things to do and rollicking songs, is a disservice. It is substituting for the effort of faith.

This is a very difficult terrain," Father Johan admitted. "These people ask us how many gods there are in our religion, and whether we have a special god for cattle. We explain to them that there is only one god. This disappoints them. Our religion is better, they say; we have a special god who takes care of cattle. After all, cows are the most important thing!

The reward of the good man is to be allowed to worship in truth.

In The Knights Aristophanes gave us a picture of the final state of corruption in which the vulgar rabble ends when--just as in Tibet they worship the Dalai Lama's excrement--they contemplate their own scum in its representatives; and that, in a democracy, is a degree of corruption comparable to auctioning the crown in a monarchy.

Most Christians have at some point faced the question, "Which church should I attend?" After reading Attack Upon Christendom the question becomes, "Is it OK for a Christian to go to church?

He did not wish to be divine. If there had never been a God, the emperor thought, it might have been easier to work out what goodness was. This business of worship, of the abnegation of self in the face of the Almighty, was a distraction, a false trail. Wherever goodness lay, it did not lie in ritual, unthinking obeisance before a deity but rather, perhaps, in the slow, clumsy, error-strewn working out of an individual or collective path.

And my grandfather, lurching upright, made a resolve. Stood. Rolled cheroot. Stared across the lake. And was knocked forever into that middle place, unable to worship a God in whose existence he could not wholly disbelieve. Permanent alteration: a hole.

Thirteen-year-old Salahuddin, setting aside recent doubts and grievances, entered once again his childish adoration of his father, because he had, had, had worshipped him, he was a great father until you started growing a mind of your own, and then to argue with him was called a betrayal of his love, but never mind that now, I accuse him of becoming my supreme being, so that what happened was like a loss of faith

As we grow, we lose our belief in our progenitors's superhuman nature. They shrivel into more or less unimpressive men and women. Apollo turns out to be Oeagrus, god and Joseph the carpenter end up being one and the same. The gods we worship, we discover, are not different from ourselves.

What sort of god could be excused the actions of his followers? Didn't it, in a way, infantilise the deity to say he was powerless against the faithful?

Ez az istenimádat-dolog, az énnek e megtagadása a Mindenható színe elÅ'tt csak figyelemelterelés, hamis nyom. Akárhol rejlik is a jóság, semmikép nem egy istenségnek szóló szertartásos, gondolkodás nélküli tiszteletadásban, hanem inkább az egyéni vagy közös út lassú, esetlen, hibákkal tarkított keresésében.

Like many men addicted to sports, Clive Sr. was also a religious man.

And on that day when my strength is failing; the end draws near and my time has come. Still my soul will sing Your praise unending ten thousand years and then forevermore