I tell of hearts and souls and dances... Butterflies and second chances; Desperate ones and dreamers bound, Seeking life from barren ground, Who suffer on in earthly fate The bitter pain of agony hate, Might but they stop and here forgive Would break the bonds to breathe and live And find that God in goodness brings A chance for change, the hope of wings To rest in Him, and self to die And so become a butterfly.
I do know that waiting on God requires the willingness to bear uncertainty, to carry within oneself the unanswered question, lifting the heart to God about it whenever it intrudes upon oneโs thoughts. Its easy to talk oneself into a decision that has no permanence โ easier sometimes than to wait patiently.
Personally, I do not want to make you a man. Men are so very frail. Men break. Men die. No, Iโve always wished to make a god.
And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.
But here steps in Satan, the eternal rebel, the first freethinker and the emancipator of worlds. He makes man ashamed of his bestial ignorance and obedience; he emancipates him, stamps upon his brow the seal of liberty and humanity, in urging him to disobey and eat of the fruit of knowledge.
Lucifer spoke thus. Pride took him from heaven, though he sat at God's right hand.' Her voice grew faint, the hint of a whisper. 'In the end pride is the only evil, the root of all sins.' 'Pride is all I have.
Rabe'a al-Adiwiyah, a great woman saint of Sufism, was seen running through the streets of her hometown, Basra, carrying a torch in one hand and a bucket of water in the other. When someone asked her what she was doing, she answered, 'I am going to take this bucket of water and pour it on the flames of hell, and then I am going to use this torch to burn down the gates of paradise so that people will not love God for want of heaven or fear of hell, but because He is God.
Men will allow God to be everywhere but on his throne. They will allow him to be in his workshop to fashion worlds and make stars. They will allow Him to be in His almonry to dispense His alms and bestow his bounties. they will allow Him to sustain the earth and bear up the pillars thereof, or light the lamps of heaven, or rule the waves of the ever-moving ocean; but when God ascends Hes throne, His creatures then gnash their teeth. And we proclaim an enthroned God, and His right to do as He wills with His own, to dispose of His creatures as He thinks well, without consulting them in the matter; then it is that we are hissed and execrated, and then it is that men turn a deaf ear to us, for God on His throne is not the God they love. But it is God upon the throne that we love to preach. It is God upon His throne whom we trust.
In the heartfelt mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will visit us, to shine on those sitting in darkness, in the shadow of death, to guide our feet to the way of peace.
I perceive God everywhere in His works. I sense Him in me; I see Him all around me.
If God really existed, it would be necessary to abolish Him.
I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn't. I don't blame him. If I was him I'd have the same opinion about me that he does.
ุงุฐุง ูุงู ุงูุงูุณุงู ู ุน ุงููู ูุงู ุงููู ู ุนู ูุฃุฑุณู ูู ุนูุฏ ุงูุญุงุฌุฉ ุนูุงู ุงุช ุชุฏู ุนูู ุฐูู.
He who thinks half-heartedly will not believe in God; but he who really thinks has to believe in God.
Poor God, how often He is blamed for all the suffering in the world. Itโs like praising Satan for allowing all the good that happens.
May each of us remember this truth; 'one cannot forget mother and remember God. One cannot remember mother and forget God.' Why? Because these two sacred persons, God and mother, partners in creation, in love, in sacrifice, in service, are as one.
We never know how God will answer our prayers, but we can expect that He will get us involved in His plan for the answer. If we are true intercessors, we must be ready to take part in Godโs work on behalf of the people for whom we pray.
I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.
Why do humans exist? A major part of the answer: because Pikaia Gracilens survived the Burgess decimation.
For every thing that lives is Holy.