Best 72 quotes in «born again quotes» category

You only live once, but can be born twice. Then, you can live forever.

A born-again person ought to possess unspeakable peace in the spirit.

America, you must be born again!

All perishes, all decays, all is born again.

And let me die suddenly, to be born again in the revelation of beauty....And the revelation of beauty is the wisdom of the ancestors.

Being born again happens in an instant. Learning to live as a child of God takes a lifetime.

Being born again means you have a new concept of yourself

All of us heal in time. The strongest are born again. We only keep the scars we choose to keep.

From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again.

Having embraced Islam, I felt as if I were born again. I found in Islam the answers to those queries which I had failed to find in Christianity.

I don't need to be born again. I got it right the first time.

Describing yourself by your earthly nativity is carnality. Being born again, your nativity is of divinity.

I'd rather be a born-once hog than a born-again Christian any day.

If you're not a born-again Christian, you're a failure as a human being.

I have been born again and again and each time, I have found something to love.

I maintain that to tell a person they are born again, while they are living in carelessness or sin, is a dangerous delusion.

I don't know if the unborn has rights, but I do know that being born again doesn't give you more rights.

I'm a born-again Christian, but that's not the coat that I wear. It's just how my heart's been changed.

I'm afraid I haven't become a born-again Christian. I'm sort of 'Church of England, lapsed' is about as far as I go.

It were worthwhile to die, if thereby a soul could be born again.

Joy comes from seeing the complete fulfillment of the specific purpose for which I was created and born again, not from successfully doing something of my own choosing.

Many Christians have the mistaken notion that eternal life begins when they die. But that is not biblically accurate. Eternal life begins when we are born again into the Kingdom of God.

My philosophy is if you're happy being a born - again Christian, if you're happy be­ing a Roman Catholic, if you're happy being a Jew or Moslem ... great!! I'm happy being Ozzy.

The traveler must be born again on the road, and earn a passport from the elements.

The one who is truly born again will love the Word of God.

The rain on my chest is a baptism - I'm born again.

There is only one belief that can rob death of its sting and the grave of its victory. For without that you cannot be born again.

When I was born again, I received the very life of the risen Lord from Jesus Himself.

Life begins when we begin and each day we ought to be born again.

To be born again is to let the past go, and look without condemnation upon the present.

When a child is born the mother also is born again.

When you got born again your past was not erased, it became non-existent.

When you learn to read you will be born again...and you will never be quite so alone again.

A transformed life is the greatest of all miracles. Every time a person is “born again” by repentance of sin and faith in Jesus Christ, the miracle of regeneration is performed.

A new heaven is new heart with new spirit.

Being born-again Christian gives God the opportunity to gradually change your heart, mind, and thoughts

Being doped is a pleasure you pay for. There was always opium there for the people -- in the end it tainted their whole faith. If the Church had not always stood so watchfully behind the ruling powers, there would not have been such attacks against everything it stood for -- although of course it may have been competing with them for the first place among the rulers, as in the Middle Ages. Whenever it was a question of keeping the serfs, and then the paid slaves down, the dope-dealers came unfailingly to the help of the oppressors.

Every 'Born again' Christian is already called to be a Minister of God (By Commission, Matthew 28:19) and a Royal Priest (By Calling, 1 Peter 2:9). The only thing left now for us Christians to achieve in this small life is, To become A Compassionate individual (1 Peter 3:8), An Effective Disciple (John 8:31,32) and A Better Christian (Philippians 1:9-11).

Born Again means Born to Lead

Children born of Spirit have one Spiritual Father.

YOU know, I may have to be born again, you see, I have fallen in love with mankind.

If I would be made come to earth again, I would ask for the same mother again. If made to return 100 times to earth, I would request to be born through the same mother 100 times!

… I am born and born again. I am born to represent the white plain of redemption to fuck carefully siphoning the blood out of you. I am reconstructing my body to take in what you took out, and it fits.

Everything turns in circles and spirals with the cosmic heart until infinity. Everything has a vibration that spirals inward or outward — and everything turns together in the same direction at the same time. This vibration keeps going: it becomes born and expands or closes and destructs — only to repeat the cycle again in opposite current. Like a lotus, it opens or closes, dies and is born again. Such is also the story of the sun and moon, of me and you. Nothing truly dies. All energy simply transforms.

Holiness is the only weapon capable of pulling down the stronghold of hell.

In a moment of grace, a man is change.

I have a complicated spiritual history. Here's the short version: I was born into a Mass-going Roman Catholic family, but my parents left the church when I was in the fifth grade and joined a Southern Baptist church—yes, in Connecticut. I am an alumnus of Wheaton College—Billy Graham's alma mater in Illinois, not the Seven Sisters school in Massachusetts—and the summer between my junior and senior year of (Christian) high school, I spent a couple of months on a missions trip performing in whiteface as a mime-for-the-Lord on the streets of London's West End. Once I left home for Wheaton, I ended up worshiping variously (and when I could haul my lazy tuckus out of bed) at the nondenominational Bible church next to the college, a Christian hippie commune in inner-city Chicago left over from the Jesus Freak movement of the 1960s, and an artsy-fartsy suburban Episcopal parish that ended up splitting over same-sex issues. My husband of more than a decade likes to describe himself as a “collapsed Catholic,” and for more than twenty-five years, I have been a born-again Christian. Groan, I know. But there's really no better term in the current popular lexicon to describe my seminal spiritual experience. It happened in the summer of 1980 when I was about to turn ten years old. My parents had both had born-again experiences themselves about six months earlier, shortly before our family left the Catholic church—much to the shock and dismay of the rest of our extended Irish and/or Italian Catholic family—and started worshiping in a rented public grade school gymnasium with the Southern Baptists. My mother had told me all about what she'd experienced with God and how I needed to give my heart to Jesus so I could spend eternity with him in heaven and not frying in hell. I was an intellectually stubborn and precocious child, so I didn't just kneel down with her and pray the first time she told me about what was going on with her and Daddy and Jesus. If something similar was going to happen to me, it was going to happen in my own sweet time. A few months into our family's new spiritual adventure, after hearing many lectures from Mom and sitting through any number of sermons at the Baptist church—each ending with an altar call and an invitation to make Jesus the Lord of my life—I got up from bed late one Sunday night and went downstairs to the den where my mother was watching television. I couldn't sleep, which was unusual for me as a child. I was a champion snoozer. In hindsight I realize something must have been troubling my spirit. Mom went into the kitchen for a cup of tea and left me alone with the television, which she had tuned to a church service. I don't remember exactly what the preacher said in his impassioned, sweaty sermon, but I do recall three things crystal clearly: The preacher was Jimmy Swaggart; he gave an altar call, inviting the folks in the congregation in front of him and at home in TV land to pray a simple prayer asking Jesus to come into their hearts; and that I prayed that prayer then and there, alone in the den in front of the idiot box. Seriously. That is precisely how I got “saved.” Alone. Watching Jimmy Swaggart on late-night TV. I also spent a painful vacation with my family one summer at Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker's Heritage USA Christian theme park in South Carolina. But that's a whole other book…

Is there any grace like go and sin no more.

Just underneath your breaking point lies your true strength.

Living in God’s righteousness and conducting your work according to God’s golden principles will undoubtedly lead any born again Christian to incredible success