All Quotes By Tag: God

“Seek not to please men: seek only to please God.”

“The greatest power lies in Prayer & Recitation of Name Divine.”

“The Guru is one who dwells in the Light and the Light dwells in him.”

“It’s my God. This is a God I have found through sacrificing my own life, through my flesh being cut, my skin ripped off, my blood sucked away, my nails torn, all my time and hopes and memories being stolen from me. This is not a God with form. No white clothes, no long beard. This God has no doctrine, no scriptures, no precepts. No reward, no punishment. This God doesn’t give, and doesn’t take away. There is no heaven up in the sky, no hell down below. When it’s hot, and when it’s cold, God simply is there.”

“So many hues in nature and yet nothing remained the same, every day, every season a work of genius, a free gift from the Artist of artists.”

“Be satisfied!It’s all that God asks.”

“Atma is one. There is no distinction of gender in Atma or God. Male and female—they have got one and the same Atma in them. So inwardly there is no difference. Yes, there is but one Atma ; but go ahead and then you will find there is a tiny touch of ego-consciousness in the form ‘Yea’.”

“We don’t have a hard time realizing how messed up we are messed up we are. I know I’m broken. I know I’m deeply flawed. I know I’m not good enough. You don’t need to shout those things out at me from the corner of the street with your sandwich board–I already know them. But you tell me I have inherent worth and value based on who made me, not what I do and I think, Really? Are you sure? But…That’s subversive. In a culture that continually strips humans of dignity (homelessness, exploitation of the poor, objectifying women, abortion, euthanasia, and so forth), we have to return to shalom. We have to return to that special declaration God shouted over humans thousands of years ago in that wonderful garden–“So God created man in his own image.”

“Sculptors feel that somebody else is using their hands, that they couldn’t possibly be doing this.”

“Image-bearers always go in or on a temple. And they can’t move. They are metal, wood, stone, etc. But in Genesis the images are flesh. A divine mix of spirit, flesh, love, and humanness. And Adam and Eve are placed in the garden, which is God saying loud and clear that from the beginning he wants to flood the earth with his presence. The whole world is his temple.”

“Yes, but … the waking and the sleeping, the sludge of e-mails and appointments, the low-temperature life that is, for the most part, life: even if there are moments of intensity that seem to release us from this, surely any spiritual maturity demands an acknowledgment that there is not going to be some miraculous, transfiguring intrusion into reality. The sky will not darken and the dead will not speak; no voice from heaven is going to boom you back to a pre-reflective faith, nor will you feel, unless in death, a purifying fire that scalds all of consciousness like fog from the raw face of God. Is faith, then – assuming it isn’t merely a form of resignation or denial – some sort of reconciliation with the implacable fact of matter, or is it a deep, ultimate resistance to it? Both. Neither. To have faith is to acknowledge the absolute materiality of existence while acknowledging at the same time the compulsion toward transfiguring order that seems not outside of things but within them, and within you – not an idea imposed upon the world, but a vital, answering instinct. Heading home from work, irritated by my busyness and the sense of wasted days, shouldering through the strangers who merge and flow together on Michigan Avenue, merge and flow in the mirrored facades, I flash past the rapt and undecided face of my grandmother, lit and lost at once. In a board meeting, bored to oblivion, I hear a pen scrape like a fingernail on a cell wall, watch the glasses sweat as if even water wanted out, when suddenly, at the center of the long table, light makes of a bell-shaped pitcher a bell that rings in no place on this earth. Moments, only, and I am aware even within them, and thus am outside of them, yet something in the very act of such attention has troubled the tyranny of the ordinary, as if the world at which I gazed, gazed at me, as if the lost face and the living crowd, the soundless bell and the mind in which it rings, all hankered toward – expressed some undeniable hope for – one end.”

“Christ’s love is so great, it must lift our minds above our little struggles – and any preoccupation with our own salvation – so that we can see the needs of others, and beyond that the greatness of God and his Creation.”

“When we use up all our energy in keeping our inner lives above water, we have no strength left to look beyond our struggles – no strength left to love others. There is only one solution: to turn away from our anxieties, and toward Jesus and our brothers and sisters. If we do this, we will find that he is not so unmerciful that we need live in constant fear and self-circling. God is a God of love, and he gives hope and new life to all who seek him.”

“If we really desire God’s help, we should not look to ourselves, but to him… The more we are able to look outward and forget ourselves, the more easily our mind can be freed and healed by God.”

“Every man nurses the secret belief that were he God he could do the job much better.”