Quotes About Reverence

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The fear of the Lord is the beginning of heaven. And

If I do His will as a free act of homage and adoration paid to a wisdom that I cannot see, His will itself becomes the life and substance and reality of my worship/ But if I do His will as a perfunctory adjustment of my own will to the unavoidable, my worship is hollow and without heart.

For if we have no real interest in praising Him, it shows that we have never realized who He is.

The land lives," is how one young rancher put it to me. But now that the Minneapolis/St. Paul metropolitan area contains more people than Montana and the Dakotas combined, I fear that his attitude will prove incomprehensible to modern, urban Americans who live as if they have outgrown the land that feeds them, as incomprehensible as a similar reverence for the land among Native Americans was to the railroad barons, merchants, and immigrant farmers of a century ago.

By a constant, careful, diligent, reverent, prayerful study of God's Word.

I had to come down to the brink of the grave before I'd do what I'm urging you to do—come to God's Word in a constant, careful, diligent, reverent, prayerful manner and find out what God's Word has to say on this subject.

9 And as for myself, I am saying to you, Keep on asking for something to be given, and it shall be given you. Keep on seeking and you shall find. Keep on reverently knocking, and it shall be opened to you. 10 For everyone who keeps on asking for something to be given, keeps on finding, and to the one who keeps on reverently knocking, it shall be opened.

In God you come up against something which is in every respect immeasurably superior to yourself. Unless you know God as that-and, therefore, know yourself as nothing in comparison-you do not know God at all.

nothing is holy any longer.

Her attitude toward me was above all one of admiration, and that was not good for me.

abide close to the cross, and search the mystery of His wounds

I must confess I never rebuke a child for being noisy in church, for I suffer the distinct impression that if I were more interesting, he would be less rowdy.

Do not throw yourself against what has become, enraged or bent on destruction. What will you put in its place? Do you not know that if you are successful in destroying what has become, you will then turn the will of destruction against yourself? But anyone who makes destruction their goal will perish through self-destruction. Much rather respect what has become, since reverence is a blessing.

He laughs a little, but there's something in his voice that sounds almost reverent. 'You never know what will last.' He said that earlier, about accidents, about never knowing which one is just a kink in the road and which ones is a fork, about never knowing your life is changing until it's already happened. 'I think sometimes you do know,' I say, my voice filling with emotion.

Those who have tried meekness know the importance of being important.

By common consent gray hairs are a crown of glory the only object of respect that can never excite envy.

No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence.

There is no such thing as privacy between a deity and his worshipper. There are no secrets, no glossed-over failures. Only promises kept and abandoned, sins committed and imagined, and raw emotion. Love, fear, reverence. How many of us are ready to have our lives judged? What would happen if we were found wanting?

What do you mean, call your father? Dial his number, use the phone, and ring him up. Ghastek struggled with it for a few seconds. One does not simply ring Roland. Oh boy. I supposed I would get a lecture in the dangers of wandering into Mordor next.

Two things fill the mind with renewed and increasing awe and reverence the more often and the more steadily that they are meditated on: the starry skies above me and the moral law inside me. I have not to search for them and conjecture them as though they were veiled in darkness or were in the transcendent region beyond my horizon; I see them before me and connect them directly with the consciousness of my existence

Dear Lord, make us truly grateful for what it is that we are about to receive.

One can be too ingenious in trying to search out the truth. Sometimes one must simply respect its veiled face. Of course this is a love story.

True politics is simply the drying of tears and the endless fight for freedom. Without freedom there is no art and no truth. I revere great artists and the men who say no to tyrants.