Quotes About Sacrifice

The truth still remains the greatest service of love which men can show each other in the community of Christ." —NO RUSTY SWORDS

Jesus Christ is for his brethren by standing in their place." —CHRISTOLOGY

Giving up even an ounce of precious freedom is a very serious thing to do.

The old woman dressing a small child for slaughter In a convent's school uniform. The ceiling pale as the flowers. The red parrot screaming in the parrot house.

Motherhood is a great honor and privilege, yet it is also synonymous with servanthood. Every day women are called upon to selflessly meet the needs of their families. Whether they are awake at night nursing a baby, spending their time and money on less-than-grateful teenagers, or preparing meals, moms continuously put others before themselves.

God will never tell us to do something that gratifies the flesh.

In giving us children, God places us in a position of both leadership and service. He calls us to give up our lives for someone else's sake - to abandon our own desires and put our child's interests first. Yet, according to His perfect design, it is through this selflessness that we can become truly fulfilled.

But repentance isn't supposed to feel good. In fact, if it does, you're probably doing it wrong.

It's not just that people sacrifice their love relationships, and the care of their children, to pursue their careers. Something like this has perhaps always existed. The point is that today many people feel called to do this, feel they ought to do this, feel their lives would be somehow wasted or unfulfilled if they didn't do it.

Following one good to the end may be catastrophic, not because it isn't a good, but because there are others which can't be sacrificed without evil.

Now he realized that somehow those who had served in France and elsewhere knew a world that couldn't be shared. How could he tell his sister—or even his father, if the elder Rutledge was still alive—what had been done on bloody ground far from home? It would be criminal to fill their minds with scenes that no one should have to remember. No one.

Courage is not measured by Marching bands and banners in the wind. If you have not walked The bloody lines and seen the faces, You have no right to describe it so. We die here to keep you safe at home, And what we suffer Pray you may never know.

We walked away from all that was warm and dear and stood frightened in cold rain where the guns fired, and in the end, we died in pain, the black stinking mud our shroud, embraced at last not by living arms, but by the bones of those who before us died …

He won't tell me very much about his war. None of us do. It isn't something to share, you see. What we've seen, what we've done, ought to stay in France. But it didn't, it came home in our memories. They aren't memories we want you to know. You are the world we fought for. Safe and sane and not ugly. Better to keep it that way.

Hamish was like a trumpet in his head. "You will no' die. Do you hear me? You willna' die!" "You're already dead, Corporal. You can't stop me." Rutledge was finding it hard to concentrate. "You willna' die! I willna' let you die!

Powerful people were about to make Nien Cheng their favorite sacrificial lamb—or to die trying. They thought she could be used to discredit their opponents. The ransacking of her house had been only a first step.

For deep inside we know that obedience to the Scriptures without concern for consequences is penetrating and painful. It requires us to die to self and follow Christ. It demands that we recognize the sin in our lives and that we acknowledge and repent of that sin.

What they fail to reckon with, however, is the reverse of that slogan: if nothing is worth dying for, is anything worth living for?

Christian patriots spend more time washing feet than waving flags.

psychological, and moral implications it has had both for its contractors and its victims. By treating the present as a somehow neutral baseline, with its given configuration of wealth, property, social standing, and psychological willingness to sacrifice, the idealized social contract renders permanent the legacy of the Racial Contract.

The real cost of something is what you must give up in order to get it, which is almost always more than just cash.

He added in typical Patton style, "There is one thing you men will be able to say when you go home. You may all thank God that 30 years from now when you are sitting with your grandson upon your knees and he asks: 'Grandfather, what did you do in World War II?' you won't have to say, 'I shovelled s**t in Louisiana!

The altar must be built in one place so that the fire may come down in another place.

When it happens, this is what happens: I shoot myself. Not, you know, my self self. I shoot my future self. He steps out of a time machine, introduces himself as Charles Yu. What else am I supposed to do? I kill him. I kill my own future.