Quotes About Encounter

Begin with a concrete moment of encounter, based in this physical world, and the soul universalizes from there, so that what is true here becomes true everywhere else too.

The deep and abiding significance of Saul's encounter is that he hears Jesus speak as if there's a moral equivalence between Jesus and the people Saul is persecuting.

God comes to you disguised as your life," as my friend Paula D'Arcy so wisely says.

You see, authentic God experience always "burns" you, yet does not destroy you (Exodus 3:2–3), just as the burning bush did to Moses.

We need to encounter the hero within and let him lead us on the adventure of our lives.

Marcus J. Borg, Meeting Jesus Again for the First Time

I was the one who did come through that door. You were the one she was waiting for.

We gotta stop meeting like this," he said, poker-faced. "The neighbors, they're starting to talk.

True worship is not trying to see The Lord, but it comes from seeing Him.

The last time I'd seen the Minotaur, he'd been wearing nothing but his tighty whities. I don't know why. Maybe he'd been shaken out of bed to chase me.

But who are you? Percy— I started to say. Then the skeletons turned around. Gotta go! What kind of name is Percy Gotta-go?

Unless you stop him. Perhaps next we meet. You'll be just as annoying? I guessed. He fixed my with those warm brown eyes. Or perhaps you could bring me up to speed on those modern courtship rituals. I sat there stunned until he gave me a glimpse of a smile-just enough to let me know he was teasing. Then he disappeared. Oh, very funny! I yelled.

We'd spent maybe ten minutes together, during which time I'd accidentally swung a sword at her, she'd saved my life, and I'd run away chased by a band of supernatural killing machines. You know, your typical chance meeting.

I uncapped the blade, flung open the door, and found myself face-to-face with a black pegasus. Whoa, boss! Its voice spoke in my mind as it clopped away from the sword blade. I don't wanna be a horse-ke-bob!

Met them. Killed them. Got the T-shirt.

With my sister perched on my arm, I walked to the elevator. A business man with a rolling suitcase was waiting by the doors. His eyes widened as he saw me. I must've looked pretty strange—a tall black kid in dirty, ragged Egyptian clothes, with a weird box tucked under one arm and a bird of prey perched on the other. "How's it going?" I said. "I'll take the stairs." He hurried off.

We were absolutely destined to meet your hot sister

My glowing form was so heavy, its feet sank into the top of the tank. "Sekhmet!" I yelled. The lioness whirled and snarled, trying to locate my voice. "Up here, kitty!" I called. She spotted me and her ears went back. "Horus?" 'Unless you know another guy with a falcon head.

Excuse me, have you seen Death? Big guy with black feathery wings? Likes to reap souls?

I was flying right toward him (the pig) at the speed of demigod-smashing.

Her eyes were puffy from crying , but she managed to say he was the bravest friend I've ever had. He... Then she saw me. Her face went blood red. He's right there!

Frank rose, tugged at his shirt, then didn't seem to know what to do with his hands. At one time, I would have been used to such nervous behavior from mortals I encountered, but now, it took me a moment to realize Frank was still in awe of me. Perhaps, being a shape-shifter, Frank was more willing than most to believe that, despite my unimpressive mortal appearance, I was still the same old god of archery inside. You see? I told you Frank was adorable.

Surprise?" she said when she eventually tracked him down. "It is," he said. They had hugged warily, as if one of them might have a knife.

It's not even that I bump into things. It's more that things leap out of nowhere and bump into me