Quotes about Spirituality

Nobody gets argued all the way into becoming a believer on the sheer basis of logic and reason. That requires a leap of faith.

When researchers try to break down what is happening at Mosaic, far too often they see the skin and miss the heart.

If you hug to yourself any resentment against anybody else, you destroy the bridge by which God would come to you.

By its birth, and for all time, Christianity is pledged to the Cross and dominated by the sign of the Cross. It cannot remain its own self except by identifying itself ever more intensely with the essence of the Cross.

One of the greatest attacks of the enemy is to make you busy, to make you hurried, to make you noisy, to make you distracted, to fill the people of God and the Church of God with so much noise and activity that there is no room for prayer. There is no room for being alone with God. There is no room for silence. There is no room for meditation.

What I have experienced, and experienced repeatedly, is the silence of God. For many years, this was a distressing matter for me. I did not consider it an experience, but the absence of an experience.

Many Christians have so busied themselves with programs and activities that they no longer know how to be silent and meditate on God's word or recognize the mysteries that are in the Person of Christ.

There are many reasons our prayers may lack power. Sometimes they become routine. Our prayers become hollow when we say similar words in similar ways over and over so often that the words become more of a recitation than a communication.

A writer writes with his genius; an artist paints with hers; everyone who creates operates from this sacramental center.

When we raise our game aesthetically, we elevate it morally and spiritually as well.

He looks upon sky and steppe and sees that which God has created. I look and see God Himself.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us, our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God who is our home.