Quotes About Redemption

No one who truly understands grace will tell a person their sin is beyond it.

She comes back Through blood by blood She returns Cut deep now Like me Humanity saves her Will she save me?

the person whose life is falling apart and who is thus tempted to despair needs to know Christ, and knowing Christ requires knowing who he is and what he has done. In

the Christian as a Christian has a power that is to be conceived of in cross-shaped terms, and the church, as the body of believers, is also to see its power and its role in a spiritual manner.

What makes you so arrogant to think that Christ's Atonement is for everyone else in the history of the world except you?

As long as I waste time defending myself I get nothing done and I am not truly Christian; I do not know the depths of the heart of Jesus. To forgive, really forgive, means convincing ourselves deep down that we merited the wrong done to us.

The greatest travelers have not gone beyond the limits of their own world; they have trodden the paths of their own souls, of good and evil, of morality and redemption.

In questa terra oscura, senza peccato e senza redenzione, dove il male non è morale, ma è un dolore terrestre, che sta per sempre nelle cose, Cristo non è disceso. Cristo si è fermato ad Eboli.

All that work: his generous patronage of the arts, the vast sums of money he had donated to worthy causes, setting up charitable organizations . . . for what? In the end, none of those good works had redeemed him in the eyes of others. People think that men like me give money away to buy forgiveness for a sin or out of vanity, when it's the winner's pathetic tribute to the loser. Look at me, we seem to be begging, I need you too. I need you to accept me, to admire me, to love me.

C'est la vie. When I got ill, it hurt like hell. I bought a kidney with my credit card, then I got well. I keep Faust's secret still –the clever, cunning, callous bastard didn't have a soul to sell.

All of us can carry this understanding into our private lives: Something we did can be separated from who we are and who we want to be. Our past selves need not be a blueprint for our future selves. The road to redemption starts with the understanding that who we are includes what we have done but also transcends it, and the vehicle for transcending it is self-compassion.

Let's write ourselves a better ending than this.

The top is down and we sing along to "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road." I picked this song because I'm taking it all back, all the beautiful things in the world that were corrupted by my tragically ill girlfriend Guinevere Beck. (I see now that she suffered from borderline personality disorder.

You did all those awful things, but you also fell in love with a person who can forgive you.

Death either destroys us or frees us.

God has never given up on his original dream. No matter how bad things get or how broken and hopeless the world seems to be, God's vision is still the game plan.

In God's eyes, women are not pawns for trading, brides for consuming, bodies to traffic, or passive spectators. They are his image bearers. They are his ezers. That Jesus was willing to die for his daughters tell us how much he truly values us.

no life is ever beyond the reach of the gospel's restorative powers, no matter how a woman's story plays out.

None of us deserve the forgiveness we've been given, either by people or by God. I have to forgive you.

I heard someone say once that many of us only seem able to find heaven by backing away from hell. And while the place that I've arrived at in my life may not precisely be everyone's idea of heavenly, I could swear sometimes -- I hear angels sing.

I wish that I could leave myself alone. I wish that I could finally feel that I punished myself enough. That I deserved time off for all my bad behavior. Let myself off the hook, drag myself off the rack where I am both torturer and torturee.

I heard someone say once that many of us only seem able to find heaven by backing away from hell. And while the place that I've arrived at in my life may not precisely be everyone's idea of heavenly, I could swear sometimes — I hear angels sing.

I wish that I could leave myself alone. I wish that I could finally feel that I punished myself enough. That I deserved time off for all my bad behaviour. Let myself off the hook, drag myself off the rack where I am both torturer and torturee.

I heard someone say once that many of us only seem able to find heaven by backing away from hell.