Quotes About Redemption

While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. He has taken the cleanup entirely into his own hands. He has just gone and done it without waiting for us; and he invites us simply to trust that he has it all accomplished for us in Jesus—and to proclaim that trust by acting as if we really believed it.

Well, if you find yourself living by something that can't forgive ... then you die to it and look around for something that can.

In Jesus' death and resurrection, God has declared that he isn't the least interested in examining anybody's books ever again, not even his own: he's nailed them all to the cross. Accountability, however much it may be a buzzword now, is not one of his eschatological categories.

In the Bible, as a matter of fact, God does so many ungodly things - like not remembering our sins, erasing the quite correct handwriting against us, and becoming sin for us - that the only safe course is to come to Scripture with as few stipulations as possible.

The resurrection gives my life meaning and direction and the opportunity to start over no matter what my circumstances.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee and I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.

If I owe Smith ten dollars and God forgives me, that doesn't pay Smith.

But I will tell you what I say to my children: 'Go where you will; commit what crime you may; fall to what depth of degradation you may; you can never commit any crime that will shut my door, my arms, or my heart to you. As long as I live you shall have one sincere friend.

The idea that an infinite God, creator of all worlds, came to this grain of sand, learned the trade of a carpenter, discussed with Pharisees and scribes, and allowed a few infuriated Hebrews to put him to death that he might atone for the sins of men and redeem a few believers from the consequences of his own wrath, can find no lodgment in a good and natural brain.

It was a glorious thing, to be given hope, when all had seemed lost.

Hell's built on regret.

I tell these stories because I have lied about my life to people who have been kind to me and I am tired of lying. I tell it because I don't want people to think that I have fucked up my life over and over just because I was in a bad mood.

She knew there were parts of the past you had to let go of, certain lands that were irredeemably lost, sorrowfully lost, but, finally, lost forever.

The years forget our errors and forgive our sins, but they punish our inaction with living death.

The blood of Jesus speaks forgiveness: it gives God the legal right to forgive sins.

Perhaps the pain you are in is about more than you. Maybe the pain is about God creating the level of a cry that can and will open a spring that generations to come will partake from and be refreshed by.

Lord, I'm asking for Your blood to speak for me.

The pieces of soul can't be cut out without filling them up again, that's a real law there. God's law. Can't cut out the pieces any more than you can go around with a big hole in your gut. Got to be plugged up, replaced somehow.

You were lost in the darkness of the world until you asked for light. And then God sent His Son to give it to you. Psychotherapy-3. III. 8:9-13.

Surely then, if the blood of men and the tears of women could not avail to move the Judge and Observer of all from His silence, surely at least here the bloodless Death of His only Son, that once on Calvary had darkened heaven and rent the earth, pleaded now with such sorrowful splendour upon this island of faith amid a sea of laughter and hatred—this at least must avail! How could it not?

For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. – Luke 2:11

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. – John 3:16

Now it was about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over all the earth until the ninth hour. Then the sun was darkened, and the veil of the temple was torn in two.And when Jesus had cried out with a loud voice, He said, "Father, 'into Your hands I commit My spirit.' " – Luke 23:44–46