Quotes About Redemption

A cathedral without windows, a face without eyes, a field without flowers, an alphabet without vowels, a continent without rivers, a night without stars, and a sky without a sun—these would not be so sad as a . . . soul without Christ.

If there had been no Atonement of Jesus Christ, there would have been a terrifying oneness—a negative atonement so to speak—a living with and becoming like the Evil One.

A godly sorrow involves joining with the Savior in the sorrow of Gethsemane. It is a sorrow that fosters a new heart and a new spirit.

No matter how far wrong you've gone, you can always turn around.

Hun husket fillebyltene som en gang hadde vært menn, menn hvis søken etter et bedre liv hadde fått en æreløs slutt. Renspiste av kråker og dingoer, glemt og ikke sørget over. Pappa fortjente bedre.

She'd once thought God would never intentionally hurt her. But looking back over her life, she'd had cause to rethink that. She was certain nothing touched her life that didn't first filter through the loving hands of her heavenly father. But she was also convinced that God sometimes wounded, in order to bind up. And that He shattered, so that His hands could heal. This was part of His inheritance she'd overlooked before, but never would again.

life isn't always just. But God, who sees everything, is. And He will bring good from it.

Because when the Judgment Day came and everyone's sins were laid bare, she knew that no nails would be left clutched in anyone's hands or stuffed in anyone's pockets. Including her own. That everyone would have driven their very last nail into the hands and feet of Jesus. So yes, even as she struggled to move forward and seek understanding of all that had happened, she would leave Hood and this entire horrible war at the cross of Christ.

There was a time when I believed I was the redeemed one, the boy borne safely home on the ebb of whatever freak tide carried Peter and Jamie away. Not any more. In ways too dark and crucial to be called metaphorical, I never left that wood.

So I thought maybe I could save just some of it. Maybe, even if we weren't going to be together, we could still . . ." Everyone's thought that: maybe even if, maybe we could still, maybe small bits of precious things can be salvaged.

The button developed a life of its own, swollen with symbolism, a single chance at salvation pulsing redly in the corner and if I blew it too soon or left it too late then I was lost.

you take someone down a peg, always give him a way to climb back up.

Take what you want and pay for it, says God.

Neem wat je wil, zegt God, en betaal er voor (Spaans gezegde).

The Wreckoning is a darker song. But the record is positive.

Which is better, that it should be said to the paralytic, Your sins are forgiven you, or that it should be said 20 to him, Arise, and take your bed, and walk?

Todos los hombres son esclavos. Ellos lo han querido así. Solo Dios puede liberarlos. Él, que les dio la libertad en el nacimiento, aunque ellos hayan renunciado siempre a ella y siempre renuncien.

blessings, but curses. And this afflicted me. When I was drained of tears, but not of sorrow, I discovered I could speak no more. But when I find him whom I seek, not only will the curse against my people be lifted, I shall speak once more in rejoicing.

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Nothing erases the past. There is repentance, there is atonement, and there is forgiveness. That is all, but that is enough.

I remembered that argument as being a turning point for me. I had imagined a narrative of redemption and self-improvement in which I was the heroic single father, rising to meet the challenge. But the reality was…what? How much of what had happened since then could I take credit for?

Nada borra el pasado. Existe el arrepentimiento, existe la enmienda, y existe el perdón. No hay más, pero con eso basta.

I repented and atoned as best I knew how; for twenty years I lived as an upright man, I offered prayers and fasted and gave alms to those less fortunate and made a pilgrimage to Mecca, and yet I was still haunted by guilt. Allah is all-merciful, so I knew the failing to be mine.

It is said that repentance and atonement erase the past.