Quotes About Sacrifice

True preaching is the sweating of blood. —DR. JOSEPH PARKER

There is a love constraining me To go and seek the lost; I yield, O Lord, my all to Thee To save at any cost!

Dead to the world and all its toys! Its idle pomp and fading joys! Jesus, my glory be!

The price is high. God does not want partnership with us, but ownership of us.

To make my weak heart strong and brave, Send the fire. To live a dying world to save, send the fire. Oh, see me on Thy altar lay My life, my all, this very day; To crown the offering now, I pray: Send the fire! —F. de L. Booth-Tucker

The cost might be prison, for it were better that he should be ''the prisoner of the Lord'' for a few years than that his fellow men should be the devil's prisoners in hell forever.

Yet again in writing to a friend of John Smith he says, "I have often seen him come downstairs in the morning after several hours in prayer, his eyes swollen with weeping. He would soon introduce the subject of his anxiety by saying, 'I am a brokenhearted man; yes, indeed, I am an unhappy man, not for myself but on account of others. God has given me such a sight of the value of precious souls that I cannot live if souls are not saved. Oh give me souls, or else I die!

The man whose little sermon is ''repent'' sets himself against his age, and will for the time being be battered mercilessly by the age whose moral tone he challenges. There is but one end for such a man—''off with his head!' You had better not try to preach repentance until you have pledged your head to heaven. —JOSEPH PARKER

If you aren't smelling awful smells sometimes, then you're not where Jesus is.

If you've never bled, you have no material for preaching. If when you're finished preaching you're not finished, spent, wiped out — if you haven't "given blood" — you haven't really preached.9

One must be crucified on one's own private cross.

The loss of reason in war seems to me honorable, like the death of a sentry at his post.

Angels must be devoured

You can't love anyone until you have drawn blood and dipped in your fingers and enjoyed it.

He who fights on a foreign soil another man's war Not for his family or his country's honor And, when he lies dying, hit by a deadly blow From an Angry firearm But cannot say, "Oh! My beloved country Here is the life you gave me, I come back to you" Dies twice, reduced to eternal wretchedness.

You are cold, while you yourself fan flames. By all means wrap yourself in your despotic furs, there is no one to whom they are more appropriate, cruel goddess of love and of beauty

You have taught me what love is. Your serene form of worship let me forget two thousand years.

Aber du willst nur mein sein unter Bedingungen, während ich dir bedingungslos gehöre.

Watch out that you do not become a martyr to love, or even a martyr to a woman

Each one of us is in the end a Samson, and will finally be wounded by the woman he loves, whether she wears peasant dress or a fur pelt

There comes a time when you have to drop your burdens in order to fight for yourself and your dreams. Many

housekeeper. She enlisted friends with their own small children to mind us while she worked for wages. When she took us in, Mama had absolutely no idea of how she was going to support us. She knew she wanted a family, so she made us that and then proceeded to so do whatever it took to keep us in shirts and dungarees and food. Many

They put on a front that appears accommodating, loyal, and yes, even sacrificial. Then, without warning, they raise their knife, and by the time you see the glint of the blade, it's almost always too late.

In Shia lore, Fatima lives on in another dimension to witness her sons' suffering and to weep for them. She is the Holy Mother, whose younger son would sacrifice himself to redeem humanity just as had the son of that other great mother, Mary. Like her, Fatima is often called the Virgin as a sign of her spiritual purity. Like her, she will mourn her offspring until the Day of Judgment,