Quotes About Redemption

People do not say "failed" any more, Jane thinks. They say other things. A whole movement has risen up to avoid the acknowledgement of failure. People want to learn from failure, they want to embrace it. But failure isn't good, she thinks. If something can be redeemed it isn't really a failure.

Murderers — serving life sentences — were caring for their dying fellow inmates. Washing their bed-sore covered bodies, changing their diapers, holding their hands while they took their last breath. It was the other side of death, not the one at the end of a sudden muzzle flash, but the slow and wrenching kind, leaving plenty of time for hard reflection.

Gus, its never too late for redemption. The scars never run too deep, so deep that God is not there." "I should know this. I minister to scarred people everyday. It just feels impossible when the scars are your own, or are those of the person you wronged so fully" "It feels different when its you" "Why is it the good you do seems like a drop in the bucket but the evil spreads for miles & miles

But the true miracle of the resurrection wasn't so much the raising. Is something like that too hard for the God who made the universe? The true miracle is in the forgiving. And though we are bruised and burned, blind and broken, we are forgiven.

Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer He makes our sorrowing spirit sing.

God is all about life, not death. Death is his enemy's domain.

Two measly kisses: they uncovered that I was incapable of earning my way religiously, that I couldn't achieve or even want goodness, that my heart at its core was sinister and dark and confused. They opened up a chance for me to fail myself and to fail God big, and thus they put me face-to-face with the gospel of grace--a grace that up till then I had never known or experienced.

Arney brought me back so I could go forward.

I never thought to ask her name, Father, but you know the little mulberry girl as you know each sparrow of the field. You are the white berry that removes the stain.

Forgiveness given is forgiveness gained.

There are no bad men. Just the lost looking to be found, sister.

All you need do is ask, Jennia Beth Gibbs. No sense making a thief of yourself, now is there? You keep it . . . and remember that no matter how many wrong choices we've made in the past, we can always decide to make the right ones today. The past need not determine one moment of the future.

When I listened to the lady telling her story, I could relate to not being welcome someplace. I liked the idea that God might take that very thing that stunk the worst about your life and change it around into something good.

Sooner of later, God will again bear out that semblance He makes of me each day. He'll knead, fold, punch, pull, mark, smudge, erase, and tear away. Sometimes it feels like love. And makes me tremble. Sometimes it hurts like death. And makes me shake.

We all throw away perfectly wonderful lives because our foolish, sinful appetites take us places we should not go.

We both have some shattered edges," he whispered. "But maybe God isn't afraid of our brokenness. I hope he's not, anyway.

We both have some shattered edges," he whispered. "But maybe God isn't afraid of our brokenness."~Eli

In that moment, he wanted to be worthy of her trust. He wanted to do every bit of the hard work of proving to her that he wasn't the same kid who had walked out on his family. ~Eli

That boy. He does try me. I love him because he's mine. But I don't choose to forgive him because I love him or because he deserves it. I forgive him because I've been lost too. I've walked away too. I've been welcomed back too. None of us deserve to be forgiven. That's why it's called mercy." ~Mama Potts

Maybe God doesn't always fix what's shattered. But he can make something new and beautiful out of what's been broken." ~Violet

And the devil will drag you under By the fancy tie 'round your wicked throat Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down Sit down you're rockin' the boat!

O little souls! as pure as white And crystalline as rays of light Direct from heaven, their source divine; Refracted through the mist of years, How red my setting sun appears, How lurid looks this soul of mine!

Hence the explanation of sin is that God permits it, but controls and overrules it for His own glory. If

We therefore have to choose between an atonement of high efficiency which is perfectly accomplished, and an atonement of wide extension which is imperfectly accomplished. We cannot have both. If