Quotes About Worship

God wants us to make Jesus Christ the central figure in our church--not just say that we do, but actually do it.

God wants worshipers before workers; indeed the only acceptable workers are those who have learned the lost art of worship.

I know only enough of God to want to worship him, by any means ready to hand.

I worshipped money so much that it ruined my life. Money is not my god. I just want to manage His money for Him, for the poor people, the lost kids. I just love everybody.

I'm not so much a good friend as I'm the savior who wants you to worship him forever.

Belief creates, Arathan. So you have been taught. The god cannot exist until it is worshipped, until it is given shape, personality. It is made in the crucible of faith.

Kadaspala worshipped colour. It was the gift of light; and in its tones, heavy and light, faint and rich, was painted all of life.

And there was another truth, one that seemed on the surface to contradict the first one. The gentler and kinder the god, the more harsh and cruel its worshippers, for they hold to their conviction with taut certainty, febrile in its extremity, and so cannot abide dissenters. They will kill, they will torture, in that god's name. And see in themselves no conflict, no matter how bloodstained their hands.

Darkness. A place where one is left blind - a strange thing to worship." "Perhaps the most realistic worship of all.

The belief system, with all its ancestor worship, is anathema to progress, or so I have concluded given the evidence.

Worship the sacrifice they will make, for they make it in the name of compassion—the only cause worth fighting and dying for.

Perhaps the most realistic worship of all,' the Daru replied, wrapping another severed head. 'How many of us bow before a god in the desperate hope that we can somehow shape our fate? Praying to that familiar face pushes away our terror of the unknown—the unknown being the futur

There had been plenty of altars before which she had knelt over the years, and from them, one and all, Torahaval Delat had discovered something she now held to be true. All that is worshipped is but a reflection of the worshipper. A single god, no matter how benign, is tortured into a multitude of masks, each shaped by the secret desires, hungers, fears and joys of the individual mortal, who but plays a game of obsequious approbation.

Her worship was founded on denial, and in the absence of a true relationship with her goddess, she – like all those who had come before her – was free to invent every detail of that mock relationship.

Or maybe just confused. All those bickering worshippers, each one convinced their version is the right one. Imagine getting prayers from ten million believers, not one of them believing the same thing as the one kneeling beside him or her. Imagine all those Holy Books, not one of them agreeing on anything, yet all of them purporting to be the word of that one god. Imagine two armies annihilating each other, both in that god's name. Who wouldn't be driven mad by all that?

The gentler and kinder the god, the more harsh and cruel its worshippers, for they hold to their conviction with taut certainty, febrile in its extremity, and so cannot abide dissenters. They will kill, they will torture, in that god's name.

Gruntle says worship is nothing more than the surrender to things beyond our control. He says the comfort from that is false, because there is nothing comfortable in the struggle to live.

Every decision and direction must come under this overarching goal of bringing glory to God.

Then the man said, 'Lord, I believe,' and he worshiped him" (verses 35–38). The man fell to his knees and began to publicly worship Jesus! He could have been stoned to death on the spot—but he didn't care! His heart responded to the Savior's words with a full belief and total commitment to Jesus as God's anointed one. Without concern that he might die on the same day he had received his sight, he worshiped Jesus.

Ancestor worship must be an appealing idea to those who are about to become ancestors.

Men were worshipped in Caradore.

Daniel noticed that Sofia glared hungrily at the remains of the fruit as Enniel replaced it on the altar. She looked as if she might rise up, throw herself across the temple, and gorge herself on the sticky fragments.

The gods of Mewt are still very much alive, and not even the emperor would deign to destroy them.

You are still beautiful. There are many functions for a man such as yourself in the destiny of the world. People love beauty. They worship it. Can't you see how useful you could be?