Quotes About Redemption

The Christian God seemed the most offensive to people precisely because he was the most godlike. He was too perfect even to be coaxed by human efforts, and therefore sent his son to do the job.

I hope one day love will find you and kiss all the places in your soul that's been scarred

From a heart of stone, to a heart of flesh, love makes new what sin makes old

No, matter how sinful we are there is a way to repent.

We cannot earn God's blessing, it is an expression of His unending love to people

Who but the Christian, among the religions of the world and throughout time, worships a God who loves him so much that he died an agonizing and wretched death to pay for his sins?

Every damaged soul deserves the chance to love again.

To find out a heart she'd believed irrevocably broken had somewhere along the way been fixed.

Rejected by man, yet accepted by the Maker.

My sin is my shame.

[Jesus] said, "Those who are strong have no need of a physician, but those who are ill.…For I did not come to call the righteous, but sinners" (Matt. 9:10-13). Jesus opened up God's heart to men.

A criminal always returns home.

She just keeps kissing my scars. Every scar. She knows about them all. She watched them all appear and heal. Sophie's lips against me make every punch, every kick, every wound, every scar worth it.

The wages of sin is death!

When she shouts that what you did was unforgivable, she has already started to forgive you.

What he'd wanted before had crumbled away, leaving the truth of what Kennedy did to him. It was new, and there was a long way to go before it could be right, but that was the path he wanted to take.

In the narrative of my life, which is the look backward rather than forward into the unknown and unstoried future, I emerged from the pool as from a baptismal font—changed, reborn—as if I had been shown what would be my calling even then. This is how the past fits into the narrative of our lives, gives meaning and purpose. Even my mother's death is redeemed in the story of my calling, made meaningful rather than merely senseless. It is the story I tell myself to survive.

such loss of faith is ever one of the saddest results of sin.

let her cover the mark as she will, the pang of it will always be in her heart

Methought the germ of it was dead in me! Oh, Hester, thou art my better angel! I seem to have flung myself— sick, sin-stained, and sorrow-blackened— down upon these forest leaves, and to have risen up all made anew, and with new powers to glorify Him that hath been merciful! This is already the better life! Why did we not find it sooner?

A woman never overcomes these problems by any exercise of thought. They are not to be solved, or only in one way. If her heart chance to come uppermost, they vanish. Thus Hester Prynne, whose heart had lost its regular and healthy throb, wandered without a clue in the dark labyrinth of mind; now turned aside by an insurmountable precipice; now starting back from a deep chasm. There was wild and ghastly scenery all around her, and a home and comfort nowhere.

Individuals in private life, meanwhile, had quite forgiven Hester Prynne for her frailty; nay, more, they had begun to look upon the scarlet letter as the token, not of that one sin for which she had borne so long and dreary a penance, but of her many good deeds since.

Her breast, with its badge of shame, was but the softer pillow for the head that needed one.

O Fiend, whose talisman was that fatal symbol, wouldst thou leave nothing, whether in youth or age, for this poor sinner to revere?—such loss of faith is ever one of the saddest results of sin.