Quotes About Creation

Such utterly free and gratuitous love is the only love that validates, transforms, and changes us at the deepest levels of consciousness. It is what we all desire and what we were created for. Once you allow it for yourself, you will almost naturally become a conduit of the same for others.

Creation is the first and probably the final Bible, Incarnation is already Redemption, Christmas is already Easter, and Jesus is already Christ.

God was consistent in working through one man to reveal himself everywhere, as well as through the other parts of His creation, so that nothing was left devoid of his Divinity and his self-knowledge…so that 'the whole universe was filled with the knowledge of the Lord as the waters fill the sea.

Resurrection is about the whole of creation, it is about history, it is about every human who has ever been conceived, sinned, suffered, and died, every animal that has lived and died a tortured death, every element that has changed from solid, to liquid, to ether, over great expanses of time. It is about you and it is about me. It is about everything. The "Christ journey" is indeed another name for every thing.

For some few, the split is seemingly overcome in the person of Jesus; but for more and more people, union with the divine is first experienced through the Christ: in nature, in moments of pure love, silence, inner or outer music, with animals, a sense of awe, or some kind of "Brother Sun and Sister Moon" experience. Why? Because creation itself is the first incarnation of Christ, the primary and foundational "Bible" that revealed the path to God. The

When you tossed pebbles down from the embankment, they believed in God. One

Because if you were God, it stood to reason your real enemy would be boredom. Sully

Hello, darling. Sorry about that. Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud. Especially that, but I should have known. You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.

When God had completed the creation of the world as a sacred temple of his glory and wisdom, he conceived a desire for one last being whose relation to the whole and to the divine Author would be different from that of every other creature. At this ultimate moment God considered the creation of the human being, who he hoped would come to know and love the beauty, intelligence, and grandeur of the divine work...

thinking and writing are very different. Thinking can often be somewhat unstructured, disorganized, and even chaotic. In contrast, writing encourages the creation of a story line and structure that help people make sense of what has happened and work toward a solution. In short, talking can add to a sense of confusion, but writing provides a more systematic, solution-based approach.

organic wish to cease to be, to stop living, seized him. Either he was too weak, or the world was too strong; he did not know which. Over and over he had tried to create a world to live in, and over and over he had failed.

To live, he had created a new world for himself, and for that he was to die.

Bruheem kol dumuyay eloha! Blessed are all God's self-portraits.

Grace was created out of love so that we could be rescued from being nice people and become people who love the world the way Jesus does.

But we serve best when we understand our belovedness. When we serve as the beloved, we are creating a new world with the Father and for the Father's pleasure.

Hephaestus glowered up at us. "I didn't make you, did I?" Uh," Annabeth said, "no, sir." Good," the god grumbled. "Shoddy workmanship.

Remake the wild, a little at a time, each in your own corner of the world. You cannot wait for anyone else, even a god, to do that for you.

In the beginning. I wasn't there.

We choose to believe in Ma'at. We create order out of chaos, beauty out of ugly randomness. That's what Egypt is all about.

The forge looked like a steam-powered locomotive had smashed into the Greek Parthenon and they had fused together.

I remembered what she'd told me in New York, about building something permanent, and I thought - just maybe - we were off to a good start.

We create order out of chaos, beauty and meaning out of ugly randomness.

They must really like olives. Oh, forget it. Now, if she'd invented pizza-that I could understand.