Quotes About Redemption

The community's practice of forgiveness becomes the replacement of the redemptive/ symbolic system of debt represented in the temple. The community becomes truly the "priesthood of all believers," the place of prayer "for all peoples.

She'd liked Pearl. Pearl hadn't meant to Tazer Archie. Well, she meant to Tazer him, but how was she supposed to know that her then-boyfriend was going to drag Archie away, suspend him naked from meat hooks and try to hack him up with an ax? Hadn't everyone had a bad boyfriend at some point? Pearl had made some bonehead choices, but she had a good heart.

He comes to us in the brokenness of our health, in the shipwreck of our family lives, in the loss of all possible peace of mind, even in the very thick of our sins. He saves us in our disasters, not from them. . . . He meets us all in our endless and inescapable losing. —ROBERT FARRAR CAPON (1925–), American priest and author

God proved his love on the cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, "I love you.

When Jesus rose from the dead, He didn't cheat death; He beat it fair and square.

You have to say I am forgiven again and again until it becomes the story you believe about yourself.

What if I forgave myself? What if I forgave myself even though I'd done some things I shouldn't have? What if I was sorry, but if I could go back in time I wouldn't do anything different from what I'd done? What if yes was the right answer instead of no? What if all those things I shouldn't have done were what got me here? What if I was never redeemed? What if I already was?

the other half of rising—the very half that makes rising necessary—is having been nailed to the cross.

within the chaos of our shame and disappointment and rage there is meaning, and within that meaning is the possibility of rescue.

Forgiveness bellows from the bottom of the canoe. There are doubts, dangers, unfathomable travesties. There are stories you'll learn if you're strong enough to travel there. One of them might cure you.

What if I was never redeemed? What if I already was?

What if I forgave myself? I thought. What if I forgave myself even though I'd done something I shouldn't have? What if I was a liar and a cheat and there was no excuse for what I'd done other than because it was what I wanted and needed to do? …What if I was never redeemed? What if I already was?

What if I forgave myself? I thought. What if I forgave myself even though I'd done something I shouldn't have? What if I was a liar and a cheat and there was no excuse for what I'd done other than because it was what I wanted and needed to do? What if I was sorry, but if I could go back in time I wouldn't do anything differently than I had done?

I only felt that in spite of all the things I'd done wrong, in getting myself here, I'd done right. I

Of course, heroin could be had there too, I thought. But the thing was, I didn't want it. Maybe I never really had. I'd finally come to understand what it had been: a yearning for a way out, when actually what I had wanted to find was a way in. I was there now. Or close.O

Heroin had made me dumb and distant from myself. A thought would form and then evaporate. I could not quite get ahold of my mind, even when I wasn't high.

It all matters - every sin, every regret, every affliction. As a proof, she offered an account of her own struggle to reckon with a cruelty she'd absorbed.

every last one of us will need to fuck up and be forgiven, that we're all just walking and walking and walking and trying to find our way,

Our minds are small, but our hearts are big. Just about every one of us has fucked up at one point or another. You're in a pickle. You did things you didn't hope to do. You have not always been your

One hot afternoon during the era in which you've gotten yourself ridiculously tangled up with heroin, you will be riding the bus and thinking what a worthless piece of crap you are when a little girl will get on the bus holding the strings of two purple balloons. She'll offer you one of the balloons, but you won't take it because you believe you no longer have a right to such tiny beautiful things. You're wrong. You do.

It's when I have to acknowledge the past and all of those nameless, faceless people I'd assassinated, that I unravel inside.

God is closest to those with broken hearts.

The only way you may correct the bad things in your past is to add better things to your future.

Being saved by discipleship is not a human possibility, but for God all things are possible.