#fait

I don't believe for a minute that the proof of God's existence is achieved. My faith prohibits me from believing that the proof of God's existence can ever be adduced. My God is not an object for verification, He is a subject for love. My faith is not knowledge, it is acceptance. It is a matter not of calculation but of trust. ↗

— Laurence Cossé

#religion #sacred #secular #faith

The essence of humility in Step 3 is acknowledging and accepting our dependence on God. The essence of faith is trusting God. – p. 167 ↗

— Ray A.

#humility #faith

Should one continue to follow the faith of a group that's cast him out? Shouldn't it stand to reason that if he was true to that faith that the group should have been true to him? Is it unreasonable to ask forgiveness of one who is all-forgiving? ↗

— T.A. Miles

#exile #faith #knight #religion #religious-order

And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love. ↗

— Anonymous

#hope #love #faith

Don't die a pauper, don't die a commoner and a weakling. ↗

— Jaachynma N.E. Agu

#be-different #book #books-reading #books-reading-bibliophily #bookstore

God is not only the God of the sufferers but the God who suffers. ... It is said of God that no one can behold his face and live. I always thought this meant that no one could see his splendor and live. A friend said perhaps it meant that no one could see his sorrow and live. Or perhaps his sorrow is splendor. ... Instead of explaining our suffering God shares it. ↗

— Nicholas Wolterstorff

#faith

It is a bitter thought, how different a thing the Christianity of the world might have been, if the Christian faith had been adopted as the religion of the empire under the auspices of Marcus Aurelius instead of those of Constantine. ↗

— John Stuart Mill

#philosophy-of-religion #faith

That eye which sees anything good in the creature is a blind eye; that eye which fancies it can discern anything in man, or anything in anything he can do to win the Divine favor, is as yet stone blind to the Truth of God, and needs to be lanced and cut, and the cataract of pride removed from it! ↗

— Charles H. Spurgeon

#sovereignty-of-god #works #faith

Instead he felt only love. And that was the miracle. The surge in hatred since the war began had created more love around it. It was indomitable, mad, and everlasting, scattered through the rich and the poor, deep and calm in the Quakers, hot and fierce in the mothers, faithful in the warriors, wistful in the pets, seeping its way into mercy and atrocity, destroying things, rebuilding them. ↗

— Kathy Hepinstall

#war #faith

The blood dried on his good hand, he passed his palm over her hair. It curled about his wrist and sprung back into displace as the breeze fluttered by. In the firelight, it was golden like the dandelions of which she’d spoken. The ones that had grown along the Franklin riverbank in late summer. The ones he had lost any faith in since he’d committed his first murder there. ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#love #murder #mystery #romance #faith