Quotes About Sacrifice

I am a fool for Christ...whose fool are you?

You can get in anywhere if you go to serve.

Don't bring Hollywood; bring Christ. Don't bring power. Don't bring just your money. Bring love. Bring the kingdom.

We can do little things for GOD; I turn the cake that is frying on the pan for love of Him, and that done, if there is nothing else to call me, I prostrate myself in worship before Him, Who has given me grace to work; afterwards I rise happier than a king. It is enough for me to pick up but a straw from the ground for the love of GOD.

To succeed in giving ourselves to God as much as He desires, we must

all possible kinds of mortification, if they were void of the love of GOD, could not efface a single sin.

That our sanctification did not depend upon changing our works, but in doing that for GOD's sake, which we commonly do for our own.

I feel so sorry that many Christians live in bondage even though Jesus has signed their release form with His own blood.

We can have eternal life if we want it, but only if there is nothing else we want more.

To learn to get along without, to realize that what the world is going to demand of us may be a good deal more important than what we are entitled to demand of it - this is a hard lesson.

They were learning the reality of war, these youngsters, getting face to face with the sickening realization that men get killed uselessly because their generals are stupid, so that desperate encounters where the last drop of courage has been given serve the country not at all and make a patriot look a fool.

From first to last the Army of the Potomac was unlucky. It fought for four years, and it took more killing, proportionately, than any army in American history, and its luck was always out; it did its level best and lost; when it won the victory was always clouded by a might-have-been, and when at last the triumph came at Appomattox there were so very, very many of its men who weren't there to see it.

But the miracle of the spirit which takes thousands of young men, ties them together in strange self-forgetfulness, and enables them to walk steadfastly and without faltering into the certainty of pain and death was wearing very thin.

We cannot change the hearts of those people of the South, but we can make war so terrible that they will realize the fact that however brave and gallant and devoted to their country, still they are mortal and should exhaust all peaceful remedies before they fly to war.23

Often, the King would dance himself, rolling his scapulars and weaving his steps around the skulls of his favourite victims. Or he would amuse himself by teaching little boys to chop heads, and when they made a mess of it shout, 'Not that way, you fool! Think of chopping wood!' 

Qué puede llevar a los padres aprivarse de sueño, sexo, amigos, tiempo propio y básicamente cualquier otroplacer de la vida para satisfacer las demandas de un pequeño ser necesitado,incontinente y con frecuencia exasperantemente escandaloso?

Every year, by cutting out a few foolish necessities, I buy myself one big, wise luxury.

Get money--but stop once in a while to figure what it is costing you to get it. No man gets it without giving something in return.

What a curious phenomenon it is that you can get men to die for the liberty of the world who will not make the little sacrifice that is needed to free themselves from their own individual bondage.

Parenthood is a lot easier to get into than out of.

Proprio come per mantenere una buona salute a volte bisogna prendere una medicina sgradevole, così per poter fare le cose che ci piacciono spesso bisogna fare qualcosa che non ci piace.

So this is what life is really about, Twingo thought as he listened, living and dying unto God. He had seen men die on the battlefield, torn apart in a burst of entrails, and God hadn't seemed to have much to do with it, but Schwester Kasimira, reading away holy German words out of her big book, seemed to know that even those untidy deaths had been died unto God.

There was so much to do...so many things that Christ had called me to do. It would take more pain, more loneliness. Maybe death. Why was it so hard? Why? Then I saw Jesus. He was struggling up a hill with a great burden. His face was lined with grief, His back bent.

We do not know, we cannot tell, no mortal mind can conceive the full import of what Christ did in Gethsemane.