Quotes About Mystery

I could more easily contain Niagara Falls in a tea cup than I can comprehend the wild, uncontainable love of God.

One of the mysteries of the gospel tradition is this strange attraction of Jesus for the unattractive, this strange desire for the undesirable, this strange love for the unlovely. The key to this mystery is, of course, Abba. Jesus does what He sees the Father doing; He loves those whom the Father loves.1

One thing we do know: We don't comprehend the love of Jesus Christ.

To live in the wisdom of accepted tenderness is to humbly acknowledge the limitations of the rational, scientific, finite mind and to freely embrace mystery.

Dear Abba, I have had glimpses of enlightenment, quicksilver encounters that have allowed me to say a little more of who You are. But they've just been the tip of the iceberg. Give me the eyes to not merely notice but see. Give me the ears to not only hear but listen. Give me the courage to further touch Your scars. I want to taste more and digest more of the riches of the mystery that is You. Help me come to my senses, and know You better.

That is why God is a scandal to men and women—because He cannot be comprehended by a finite mind.

In Christ Jesus freedom from fear empowers us to let go of the desire to appear good, so that we can move freely in the mystery of who we really are. Preoccupation with projecting the "nice guy" image, impressing newcomers with our experience, and relying heavily on the regard of others leads to self-consciousness, sticky pedestal behavior, and unfreedom in the iron grip of human respect.

the institutional church, which exists to serve the people of God, is never to be confused with the church as mystery - the Christ-centered, biblically faithful, tender, and compassionate cloud of witnesses who walk the talk.

The mystery is Christ among you, your hope of glory" (Colossians 1:27). Hope knows that if great trials are avoided, great deeds remain undone, and the possibility of growth into greatness of soul is aborted. Pessimism and defeatism are never the fruit of the life-giving Spirit but rather reveal our unawareness of present risenness.

A strange feeling comes over you, when you see the silent candle burning.

could more easily contain Niagara Falls in a teacup than I can comprehend the wild, uncontainable love of God.

Instead of expanding our capacity for life, joy, and mystery, religion often contracts it. As systematic theology advances, the sense of wonder declines. The paradoxes, contradictions, and ambiguities of life are codified, cabined, and confined within the pages of a leather-bound book. Instead of a love story the Bible is viewed as a detailed manual of directions.

A atualidade da ressurreição decifra o enigma da vida.

I want neither a terrorist spirituality that keeps me in a perpetual state of fright about being in right relationship with my heavenly Father nor a sappy spirituality that portrays God as such a benign teddy bear that there is no aberrant behavior or desire of mine that he will not condone. I want a relationship with the Abba of Jesus, who is infinitely compassionate with my brokenness and at the same time an awesome, incomprehensible, and unwieldy Mystery.

Oh, the mystery of what your children know, the scope and terrifying beauty of their perception.

I'm into, oh murders and executions mostly. It depends.

What does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever! You will never know me.

I know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don't have names.

A library at night is full of sounds: the unread books can't stand it any longer and announce their contents, some boasting, some shy, some devious.

and one of those neat spiral stairways in the far corner-I wonder where it leads. Spiral staircases always seem to me like they must lead somewhere special.

De geweldige boomkronen, ver boven onze hoofden tot een altijd groen dak vervlochten, lieten maar betrekkelijk weinig daglicht door, zodat wij ons voortbewogen als in de schemering van een aquarium.

I remember asking her to tell me the secret of her charm and her growing success. As usual, she laughed. Nobody knows me. I never say what I think or what I'm planning to do. But I let everyone know that I have high expectations. I don't have to settle for less than the best. That way my value goes up, into the clouds!

Only what is mysterious, undiscovered, and veiled attracts us; only what is hidden radiates magic that promises untold possibilities.

wonder what day god created the egg' 'how should we know? we should not question. our stay on earth is not for long. let us rejoice and believe and give thanks'. 'eat a egg