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Quotes About Hallow

You say it is the good cause that hallows even war? I say unto you: it is the good war that hallows any cause.
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Ye shall hallow the fiftieth year, and proclaim liberty throughout all the land unto all the inhabitants thereof: it shall be a jubilee unto you.
~ Anonymous
Thy kingdom come.' The Father is a King and has a kingdom. The son and heir of a king has no higher ambition than the glory of his father's kingdom. In time of war or danger this becomes his passion; he can think of nothing else. The children of the Father are here in the enemy's territory, where the kingdom, which is in heaven, is not yet fully manifested. What more natural than that, when they learn to hallow the Father-name, they should long and cry with deep enthusiasm: `Thy kingdom come.
~ Andrew Murray
We reverence God and we hallow God's name when our life is such that it brings honor to God and attracts others to Him.
~ William Barclay
As I see it, in other words, God acts in history and in your and my brief histories not as the puppeteer who sets the scene and works the strings but rather as the great director who no matter what role fate casts us in conveys to us somehow from the wings, if we have our eyes, ears, hearts open and sometimes even if we don't, how we can play those roles in a way to enrich and ennoble and hallow the whole vast drama of things including our own small but crucial parts in it.
~ Frederick Buechner
You say it is the good cause that hallows even war? I say unto you: it is the good war that hallows any cause.
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
To know God's names is to experience His nature, and that level of intimacy is reserved for those who humbly depend on Him. God will not share His glory with another. We must humble ourselves if we really want to know Him. We must realize our insignificance before we can recognize the significance that comes only through Him. We are to hallow His name and His name alone. You can't know His names until you forget your own.
~ Tony Evans
The spirits of the dead hallow a house, for me.
~ Mark Twain, 1909