The Good News does not hinge on words like do or change but on the powerless, irrelevant, and frightening words like belief and faith.
I have lost my faith, but I gained the truth! It is not important at all to lose your candle as long as you find a torch!
Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, that turned my life into one long night seven times sealed. Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the small faces of the children whose bodies I saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky. Never shall I forget those flames that consumed my faith forever. Never shall I forget the nocturnal silence that deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes. Never shall I forget those things, even were I condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never.
When we do the hard, intimate work of friendship, we bring a little more of the divine into daily life.
If you allow it, [suffering] can be the means by which God brings you His greatest blessings.
Deep, contended joy comes from a place of complete security and confidence [in God] - even in the midst of trial.
Nature is bent on new beginning and death has not a chance of winning...
Worse still, he doesn’t know how to follow the piper anymore because it’s a path Tom has lost faith in. And the piper knows it. Tom can see it in his father’s eyes now. And the more he stares, the clearer it becomes.
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
It's still easier to find the correct Hoover bag than to find one pure person, one pure faith, on the globe.
Deepen your faith in yourself. Nothing will be able To frighten or weaken you.
I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept?
As to the doubt of the soul I discover it to be false: a mood not a conclusion. My conclusion is the Faith. Corporate, organized, a personality, teaching. A thing, not a theory. It.
The Reformation was a time when men went blind, staggering drunk because they had discovered, in the dusty basement of late medievalism, a whole cellar full of fifteen-hundred-year-old, two-hundred proof Grace–bottle after bottle of pure distilate of Scripture, one sip of which would convince anyone that God saves us single-handedly. The word of the Gospel–after all those centuries of trying to lift yourself into heaven by worrying about the perfection of your bootstraps–suddenly turned out to be a flat announcement that the saved were home before they started…Grace has to be drunk straight: no water, no ice, and certainly no ginger ale; neither goodness, nor badness, not the flowers that bloom in the spring of super spirituality could be allowed to enter into the case.
You've a right to believe that we're governed by Nature and the hidden Force within her. You can think that the gods, including my Melitele, are merely a personification of this power invented for simpletons so they can understand it better, accept its existence. According to you, that power is blind. But for me, Geralt, faith allows you to expect what my goddess personifies from nature: order, law, goodness. And hope.
Jesus lets us be real with our life and our faith.
They tried to believe in their classmates. They must have believed that if we could all get together, then we might end up being saved. We should commend them for that. We couldn't do that.
The process of secularisation arises not from the loss of faith but from the loss of social interest in the world of faith. It begins the moment men feel that religion is irrelevant to the common way of life and that society as such has nothing to do with the truths of faith.
Before God and high heaven, is there a law for one man which is not a law for every other man?
Of all the religions in the world, perhaps the religion of liberty is the only faith capable of purity.
