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...is not Nature, rightly read, that of which she is commonly taken to be the symbol merely?

Isn't forgiveness a holy virtue? And if so, then why do we insist on keeping historical records of resentment? Is the Creator an advocate of love or hate? And if love, then why are we still pushing so much hatred? What is there ever to be gained from vocalizing hatred? Only more hatred. Who wants that? And why?

Isn't the human body a miracle

I sometimes stare into fire or into the night sky alone and wish for a girl or my situation to be different. I also then think why would god who created the beautiful Earth let Humans suffer and act the way they do. But I then realize that god has left you and everyone else a long time ago. This is the reason why I do not live my life for him. Because in the end, the only god who is always guaranteed to call for you by name, is Death.

I sought Him where my logic led. “This friend is always sure and right; His lantern is sufficient light. I need no Star,” I said. I sought Him in the city square. Logic and I went up and down The marketplace of many a town, But He was never there. I tracked Him to the mind’s far rim. The valiant intellect went forth To east and west and south and north, But found no trace of Him. We walked the world from sun to sun, Logic and I, with Little Faith, But never came to Nazareth, Nor met the Holy One. We sought in vain. And finally, Back to the heart’s small house I crept, And fell upon my knees, and wept; And Lo! He came to me!

Isn’t time the only one true god? It makes and breaks

I sometimes wonder if all other animals, all plants, maybe even stars and rivers and rocks, dwell in steady awareness of God, while humans alone, afflicted with self-consciousness, imagine ourselves apart.

Is our rational and self-reliant generation really supposed to accept the idea that God the Almighty not only created the universe but, interestingly enough, also has a stake in our lives?

Isn’t it amazing? We journey through our lives, make mistakes, say the wrong things, and many times live with regret. We’re human we’re going to make mistakes, but the blessings God sends our way, most of them never asked for, they just intervene, giving us the joyful light we need.

Someday I will understand Auschwitz. This was a brave statement but innocently absurd. No one will ever understand Auschwitz. What I might have set down with more accuracy would have been: Someday I will write about Sophie's life and death, and thereby help demonstrate how absolute evil is never extinguished from the world. Auschwitz itself remains inexplicable. The most profound statement yet made about Auschwitz was not a statement at all, but a response. The query: "At Auschwitz, tell me, where was God?" And the answer: "Where was man?

I sometimes sit on my roof. Not to be closer to god. To be further from y'all.

Israeli ilifikia kikomo cha kipindi chake kikubwa cha mafanikio tangu enzi za Sulemani. Taifa lilikuwa tajiri. Lilikuwa na nguvu. Lilikuwa na silaha nyingi na nzuri zaidi. Lilikuwa taifa lililojidai kwa uwezo wake mkubwa wa nguvu za kijeshi, hekima, ujasiri, utajiri, na faida za kimkakati. Nani angeweza kushindana na Israeli? Lakini Mungu hunguruma onyo kwamba uwezo wote mkubwa wa asili wa taifa, ujuzi waliojipatia, na sifa bora zaidi havikuweza kulisaidia taifa la Israeli. Watu huona nguvu ya taifa katika utajiri wake, idadi yake ya watu, silaha za kijeshi, teknolojia, na maarifa. Lakini Mungu huangalia haki.

Israel's first king, Saul, looked like he was born for the role. He was tall, handsome, intelligent, and sensitive to God's leading. But he eventually lost most of his attractive qualities, the most important being obedience.

I sought out the laws which govern nature, solid or ethereal, and after much pondering I perceived that the Universe had not been formed as its pretended Creator would have us believe; I knew that all that exists, exists of itself and not by the caprice of Iahveh; that the world is itself its own creator and the spirit its own God. Henceforth I despised Iahveh for his imposture, and I hated him because he showed himself to be opposed to all that I found desirable and good: liberty, curiosity, doubt.

I stand in my own power now, the questions of permission that I used to choke on for my every meal now dead in a fallen heap, and when they tell me that I will fall, I nod. I will fall, I reply, and my words are a whisper my words are a howl I will fall , I say, and the tumbling will be all my own. The skinned palms and oozing knees are holy wounds, stigmata of my She. I will catch my own spilled blood, and not a drop will be wasted.

I started to walk the day I was told I was dying of cancer. I believe walking has kept me alive. I live with a constant, pressing awareness of death. Once I start to walk, I am not afraid anymore; all is well.

Ist das Göttliche vielleicht gar nicht irgendeine abstrakte unbegreifliche "Kraft" namens Gott, sondern unsere einmalige menschliche Fähigkeit, diese Kraft wahrzunehmen?

Is there anything refreshing like renewed words of God?

Is there any reward? I'm beginning to doubt it. I am broken and bored, Is there any reward Reassure me, Good Lord, And inform me about it. Is there any reward? I'm beginning to doubt it.

Is there no God? What is his correct address? Which street does he live in? Is he up there? There is no one up there; ‘I’ have been to everywhere. God’s correct address is God is in every creature, whether visible or invisible. God is in creature, not in creation.

Is there a wisdom in objects? Few objects praise the Lord.

I stepped inside a church once, when it was raining really hard and I couldn’t get my umbrella open. It smelled like old people, and every little noise I made echoed really loudly. I remember everyone in the pews turning to stare at me funny, but that could have been because I interrupted their service. You know, by jumping up and down and screaming that God was burning me.

Is this where you tell me God moves in mysterious ways, or something to that effect?" Gilbert asked? Reverend Perry's eyes twinkled. "I have no idea what God was thinking with this one, Gilbert. But it's not my place to question. I simply accept the results, and what we're witnessing now, my dear friend, are wonderful results.

I still have joy in the midst of struggles.

I strongly believe that you will arise and contribute your quota to nation building

I studied him as he studied me. Something came out of that dimension. It looked like my husband. Smelled like him. Felt like him. But the being standing in a pool of billowing black smoke was not the man I married. He was a feral version of him. A beast. This truly was Rey'azikeen.

I suppose, He must be used to seeing truant children roam far and wide, defying Him, mocking Him, cursing Him. And yet, coming back to Him finally. For He’s the last resort. And His is an ever present door of promise that since the beginning has stood erect in human psyche. We may ignore it, we may pull ourselves farther and farther away from it. We may turn blind to it and claim it isn’t there. But it is, right within ourselves. And when all other doors are barred, it still remains. And sooner or later we stumble back to it. There may not be anybody living behind that door. But it is there, as an undying assurance, and we seek it. It may remain closed to us forever. But we seek it. We bow our heads before it, we bang our heads before it, we cry, we urge, we bargain, all in hope that one day it will open and all will be well.

I suspect you're thinking of Pascal,' Finkler said, finally.'Only he said the opposite. He said you might as well wager on God because that way, even if He doesn't exist, you've nothing to lose. Whereas if you wager against God and He does exist...' 'You're in the shit.

I suppose I think we need God for the same reason we need art.’ ‘Because it’s nice to look at?’ ‘No.’ Mira smiled. ‘Because it shows us what’s possible.

Is your pathway littered with the debris of brokenness? I want to help you get past all that and learn to be still, and know that He is God.

I suddenly knew that religion, God - something beyond everyday life - was there to be found, provided one is really willing. And I saw that though what I felt in the church was only imagination, it was a step on the way; because imagination itself can be a kind of willingness - a pretense that things are real, due to one's longing for them. It struck me that this was somehow tied up with what the Vicar said about religion being an extension of art - and then I had a glimpse of how religion can really cure you of sorrow; somehow make use of it, turn it to beauty, just as art can make sad things beautiful. I found myself saying: 'Sacrifice is the secret - you have to sacrifice things for art and it's the same with religion; and then the sacrifice turns out to be a gain.' Then I got confused and I couldn't hold on to what I meant - until Miss Blossom remarked: 'Nonsense, duckie - it's prefectly simple. You lose yourself in something beyond yourself and it's a lovely rest.' I saw that, all right. Then I thought: 'But that's how Miss Marcy cured her sorrow, too - only she lost herself in other people instead of in religion.' Which way of life was best - hers or the Vicar's? I decided that he loves God and merely likes the villagers, whereas she loves the villagers and merely likes God - and then I suddenly wondered if I could combine both ways, love God and my neighbor equally. Was I really willing to?

I suppose I could have helped them see how their life histories deepened their distress or given them some more grownup ways of conceiving of God, but few were interested in that. We were engaged in a more ancient drama, wrestling far more primitive fears.

I suppose therefore God is the connoisseur of filthied hearts and souls, and can see the old, the first pattern in them, and cherish them for that.

I suspect it means that God is pursuing her." She fixed him with a long look. "Make sure you don't get in the way.

I taught I had to be good to walk with God. And God said, “My grace is what you need to walk with me, than you will be good.

it appears various ancient Mystics had a hard time explaining with their archaic languages lacking the words for detailing “the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost” the Trinity concept being misunderstood by a good host the Father is the immutable unmoving Godhead from whence the Holy Ghost flows to all widespread the Son, a physical expression in those whose self is dead God can't be received fully if the “me” occupies space the sense of individual selfhood disappears without a trace the higher nature of God is formless unmanifested from it, this changing world of form is emanated everything is God, in God, all-inclusively unending ungraspable by brain-mind and its inferior comprehending people wonder, “okay, but what created God?” contemplate “Eternal” or “Infinite” to see the query flawed All is the Mind of God without exception including your Mind prior to conception formless No-Thing, yet Infinitely Everything yet both, yet neither, for it's beyond expounding

It appears that the paradigm of the modern Church has mainly been based on some fragments of the truth rather than the comprehensive totality of understanding God and His Kingdom

It all begins with faith. If we believed animal went to heaven, we wouldn't send them there prematurely

It causes us to focus our attention on ourselves and draws us away from God

It [Communism] is not new. It is, in fact, man's second oldest faith. Its promise was whispered in the first days of the Creation under the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil: "Ye shall be as gods." It is the great alternative faith of mankind. Like all great faiths, its force derives from a simple vision. Other ages have had great visions. They have always been different versions of the same vision: the vision of God and man's relationship to God. The Communist vision is the vision of Man without God. It is the vision of man's mind displacing God as the creative intelligence of the world. It is the vision of man's liberated mind, by the sole force of its rational intelligence, redirecting man's destiny and reorganizing man's life and the world. It is the vision of man, once more the central figure of the Creation, not because God made man in his image, but because man's mind makes him the most intelligent of the animals. Copernicus and his successors displaced man as the central fact of the universe by proving that the earth was not the central star of the universe. Communism restores man to his sovereignty by the simple method of denying God.

It depends on how much value each person is able to create with his time

It does not matter how old you are, whenever God calls you, you must begin to work toward fulfilling that calling

It comes as no surprise to find [Norman] Mailer embracing [in the book On God] a form of Manicheanism, pitting the forces of light and darkness against each other in a permanent stand-off, with humanity as the battlefield. (When asked if Jesus is part of this battle, he responds rather loftily that he thinks it is a distinct possibility.) But it is at points like this that he talks as if all the late-night undergraduate talk sessions on the question of theism had become rolled into one. 'How can we not face up to the fact that if God is All-Powerful, He cannot be All-Good. Or She cannot be All-Good.' Mailer says that questions such as this have bedevilled 'theologians', whereas it would be more accurate to say that such questions, posed by philosophers, have attempted to put theologians out of business. A long exchange on the probability of reincarnation (known to Mailer sometimes as “karmic reassignment”) manages to fall slightly below the level of those undergraduate talk sessions. The Manichean stand-off leads Mailer, in closing, to speculate on what God might desire politically and to say: 'In different times, the heavens may have been partial to monarchy, to communism, and certainly the Lord was interested in democracy, in capitalism. (As was the Devil!)' I think it was at this point that I decided I would rather remember Mailer as the author of Harlot's Ghost and The Armies of the Night.

It does not matter the evil you have experienced in your life, it is not God’s plan for you to be unhappy

It cannot be denied that as institutions, churches do good work. They operate schools and hospitals. Their charity outreaches, which take care of the homeless, sick, and hungry, have real impacts on communities. And while there are certainly hellfire-and-brimstone preachers around, there is counterweight in Presbyterian and Methodist ministers, who are grounded in a modicum of rationality, using Biblical stories as fables to teach psychological and ethical principles.

It could be that God has absconded but spread, as our vision and understanding of the universe have spread, to a fabric of spirit and sense so grand and subtle, so powerful in a new way, that we can only feel blindly of its hem.

It does not matter how long it takes. God will fulfil the promises.

It does not pay away a penny from you to say "am sorry", "I won't do that again"! It does not take away your integrity to appreciate the very little that you have obtained from someone, even if it's not much! True humility speaks "little is enough if God is in it.

It doesn’t matter how hard we struggle to achieve in the materialistic life; nothing on this Earth exists permanently

It doesn’t matter whether you face the wall, the sky or the ground. It doesn’t matter what is your body posture while you are praying to God. It doesn’t matter whether you sit in a lotus position, or a bogus position, neither does it bother God whether your palms are joined together, or your arms wide open. God would still answer your prayers, not because he/she loves you all as his/her children, rather because you believe that God does.