Faith

My helpless friend your helplessness is the most powerful plea which rises up to the tender father-heart of God. You think that everything is closed to you because you cannot pray. My friend your helplessness is the very essence of prayer.

The faithful have no dread of using the traditional language of the church. Terms like incarnation and resurrection need to be explained, not avoided.

Sing and rejoice ye children of the day and the light; for the Lord is at work in this thick night of darkness that may be felt: and the Truth doth flourish as the rose, and lilies do grow among the thorns and the plants atop the hills, and upon them the lambs doth skip and play.

When my problems seem overwhelming and impossible to solve, I hold fast to these facts: God is real, He is right, and He cares.

A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.

The fact that your current station in life would seem to conspire against your usefulness to God is of no consequence.

My faith helps me understand that circumstances don't dictate my happiness, my inner peace.

But she'd learned instead to hope in the one Beacon that would always be there, no matter what darkness came her way.

If you have answered God’s call and made the decision to fulfill your calling, then the devil will try to destroy you.

Authority is established by God for the wellbeing of His people.

Divinity exists in every soul.

Each time you turn your life issues over to God and allow Him to lead, you build trust in Him.

Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here?I want to be.I can.I believe it.

Patience, more than the ability to bear pains or endure waiting, is to be calm no matter what happens – constantly take action to turn it to positive growth opportunities – and have faith to believe that it will all work out in the end while you are waiting.

I have to believe much in God because I have lost my faith in man.

It’s not that I don’t believe in God, it’s simply that I doubt His kindness. I am suspicious of His motives. There is no logical (or illogical for that matter) evidence to prove that God truly is who He claims to be, or what His followers claim Him to be: omniscient, all-hearing, merciful… In fact, all evidence points in the opposite direction.

The Lord does not love wicked people with self-interest and involved in inquity.

To mourn is to touch directly the substance of divine compassion.

My faith gives me the ability to say, whatever is next, I'm ready. If it is Hillary or Trump I am ready because they might sit on the desk but they do not sit on the throne.

Never accuse God. He doesn't buy that.