Quotes About Salvation

See this, Juice? Science comes from nature. It's kind of a branch of it. Like Jesus is a branch of God. And if we believe science is true, then we can act. And we'll be saved. Juicy stuck a bleeding finger in his mouth. Saved like, go to heaven? Holmes, that's some Santa Claus shit. ...No. Like the earth. The climate. The animals, said Jack. Heaven's part of the code. It just means, a good place for us all to live.

Swimming is my salvation. Ask me in the middle of winter, or at the end of a grueling day, or after a long stretch at the computer, where I'd most like to be, and the answer is always the same: in the water, gliding weightless, slicing a silent trail through whatever patch of blue I can find.

God is just like Jesus – exactly like him!

Se meu marido tivesse em mim uma mulher, e se eu tivesse nele um marido, minha salvação era certa. Mas não era assim. Entramos no nosso lar nupcial como dois viajantes estranhos em uma hospedaria, e aos quais a calamidade do tempo e ahora avançada da noite obrigam a aceitar pousada sob o teto do mesmo aposento. (Confissões de uma viúva moça)

Não nos dispersaremos. Se quereis os nossos cadáveres, podeis tomá-los; mas só os cadáveres; não levareis a nossa honra, o nosso crédito, os nossos direitos, e com eles a salvação de Itaguaí.

But his love is greater than all our hate and he will not rest until Judas has turned to him, until Satan has turned to him, until dark has turned to him; until we can all, all of us without exception, freely return his look of love with love in our own eyes and hearts. And then, healed, whole, complete but not finished, we swill know the joy of being co-creators with the one to whom we call. Amen. Even so, come Lord Jesus.

All will be redeemed in God's fullness of time, all, not just the small portion of the population who have been given the grace to know and accept Christ. All the strayed and stolen sheep. All the little lost ones.

William Langland, writing around 1400, said, 'And all the wickedness in the world that man might work or think is no more to the mercy of God than a live coal in the sea.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?' For our sakes Jesus went through all the suffering we may ever have to endure, and because he cried out those words we may cry them out, too.

The only thing I know about the Second Coming is that it is going to happen because of God's love. God made the universe out of love; the Word shouted all things joyfully into being because of love. The Second Coming, whenever it happens and whatever it means, will also be because of love.

But all the wickedness in the world which man may do or think is no more to the mercy of God than a live coal dropped in the sea.

Christendom has also retreated from freedom. In the much talk today about human rights, we forget that our human rights are derived from the Christian faith. In Christian terms every single human being, whoever he or she may be, sick or well, clever or foolish, beautiful or ugly, every single human being is loved of his Creator, who has, as the Gospels tell us, counted the hairs of his head.

Moving forward implies MOTION when in all actuality it may be simply standing STILL and seeing the salvation of the Lord.

There is no promotion without Jesus

Pain is our salvation 'cos when it's dark enough, a star will reveal itself.

For a man who makes his salvation perfect through suffering, is more of a saint and a loving hero of nature.

Jesus, Thou art all compassion, pure unbounded love Thou art; Visit us with Thy salvation, enter every trembling heart.

Accordingly, death is a harbor of peace for the just, but is believed a shipwreck for the wicked.

The answer, of course, in the mouth of a Christian teacher is that in Christianity alone is there both present joy and future hope.

The fanatic is always in a hurry to fall on your neck to save you, because he loves you. He loves you unconditionally. But, conversely, he might grab you and strangle you if he discovers that you are beyond redemption. Lost. And if that is the case, he is obliged to hate you and rid the world of you.

Our soul, as bird, escapéd is out of the fowler's snare: the snare asunder broken is; and we delivered are. —Psalm 124, Verse 7 The Bay Psalm Book,* 1640

Yesterday you said there were flaws in my goodness. Won't you tell me what they are so that I may accentuate them? In that knowledge lies my salvation. Save me from goodness, Henry.

Not my way of salvation, to surrender the world! Rather for me the taste of Infinite Freedom While yet I am bound by a thousand bonds to the wheel . . . In each glory of sound and sight and scent I shall find Thy infinite joy abiding: My passion shall burn as the flame of salvation, The flower of my love shall become the ripe fruit of devotion.

Our insight into the need of redemption will largely depend upon our knowledge of the terrible nature of the power that has entered our being.