Quotes about Spirituality

It is surrendering what we think we know about the Father so we can truly know him.

But He did not say *become* perfect. He said *be* perfect. And that mystery is unveiled in Yeshua Himself. For you are now in Him, and He is perfect.

When you have a desperate love for God,' Father Micheal would say, 'the comforts of this world feel like paper flowers. They are easily put aside. If you really have God's love.

I'm here to say that you can't make the troubled waters of life go away by defending yourself against them. You can only walk over those troubled waters if you offer peace to them and leave the safety of your boat. Or so it was once written, and I have found Jesus' teaching to be true.

What love can you possibly need from the world if you are already full of His? None.

Everything we say, do, and think, aligns us with darkness or light, love or grievance. Thus everything is a spiritual practice, whether we are aware of it or not. We are constantly, in every moment, aligning with one way of being or another. The choice is ours to make each moment of the day.

When God calls his children home, there's no death, no sting. There's only new life. Resurrection.

The only correction you ever really need is in your perception of who you already are as a child of your Father.

The kingdom of heaven is the perception of light. If your perception is clear, you will see that your whole body is full of light. Only blindness keeps anyone from seeing it.

My mind filled with a knowing that set my bloodstream on fire and transported me to a different kind of awareness. With my eyes open to the kingdom of heaven, I saw.

We watched him go, stunned and confused. At least I did. What he said made sense in my old way of being. Sylous was an angel, sent with the word of God to the elect. He had to be.

If you were to put all of the world's pain in one fifty-five gallon drum, it would look silly next to the mountains of gold and silver found in each moment with God. Our problem is that we rarely see past the drum — The Dance of the Dead