Quotes About Redemption

O come, O come, Emmanuel,And ransom captive Israel.

I LEFT, to earth, a little maiden fair, With locks of gold, and eyes that shamed the light; I prayed that God might have her in His care And sight. Earth's love was false; her voice, a siren's song; (Sweet mother-earth was but a lying name) The path she showed was but the path of wrong And shame. "Cast her not out!" I cry. God's kind words come -- - "Her future is with Me, as was her past; It shall be My good will to bring her home At last.

Though they had a chance. God forgives them if they would leave the devil and come to Him and go back to the people. They are not guilty of the devil's sins and He has declared them to be free of the devil's sins.

The Vineyard is a great place to live… until you screw up.

We're just a sinner's choir, singing a song for the saints. —Kenny Chesney, "Song for the Saints

Saving myself would mean destroying him.

Of one thing I am perfectly sure: God's story never ends with 'ashes.

Leave it all in the Hands that were wounded for you

I count no more my wasted tears; They left no echo of their fall; I mourn no more my lonesome years; This blessed hour atones for all.

Why, conquering May prove as lordly and complete a thing In lifting upward, as in crushing low! And as a vanquished soldier yields his sword To one who lifts him from the bloody earth, Even so, Belovëd, I at last record, Here ends my strife. If thou invite me forth, I rise above abasement at the word. Make thy love larger to enlarge my worth!

Robert has exhumed some French books, just now, from a little circulating library which he had not tried, and we have been making ourselves uncomfortable over Balzac's 'Cousin Pons.' But what a wonderful writer he is! Who else could have taken such a subject, out of the lowest mud of humanity, and glorified and consecrated it?

Benedick's flesh, and his colony were replete with recollections that he would have preferred to erase, undo, or lose forever.

Perceval had been slow in forgiving herself for her lost loved ones and enemies, and slower in forgiving the new Angel so forged in the exigencies of her birth.

I've always wanted to save people. Maybe because nobody saved me.

Jane did not rise, and the angel did not settle. But the silence dragged taut between them as if they struggled over a rope, and in Michael's eyes Jane saw all her sin and malfeasance, the small selfishnesses and the hubris that had nearly wrecked the world, reflected. The chill settled into her, hard and sharp as swallowed glass. She had failed and failed again, and all her failures were naked in her angel's eyes.

Delicious to know you could have him. Delicious to know that you could save him.

He remembered hard hands turned generous, and shuddered.

Sure. A girl can walk away from her dreams of vengeance. I still want to see Valens court-martialed for what he did to me almost thirty years back. On the other hand, he's saved my life twice now. Sometimes things get a little hard to reconcile.

People wanted to be redeemed, she thought. Everyone did. We're only human.

As she prayed, she thought of Mary, holding her infant son in her lap, nurturing and sustaining him through his childhood, and then watching all that love and care dying tortured on the cross. But in dying, the Blessed Virgin's son had granted eternal life to all.

Punishment and revenge are two different things.

God uses the flawed, the failures, and the imperfect to accomplish His perfect will.

those who break the law should be loved more and not less for their sin, for if we do not forgive then is sin added to sin and the end is death.

Whatever had made the Dean take such a fancy to him, a cowardly, selfish, obstinate, ugly old fellow like him? He would never understand it. He took the piece of paper out of his pocket and looked at that too. Faith in God. God. A word he had always refused. But the Dean had said, put the word love in its place.