It always strikes me, and it is very peculiar,
that when we see the image of indescribable and
unutterable desolation - of loneliness, of poverty and misery,
the end of all things, or their extreme - then rises in our mind the thought of God.
Wat good wil it n 4 man f he gains d whol wrld. yet forfiets his soul?
Jesus loves u, my friend. He died 4 u on d cross at Calvary...
make Him ur Savior Day.
maa ki mamata badi nirali hai. wo bhakto ki karati rakhwali hai. mang lo unse jo dil kahe wo jholi bhar-bhar ke dene wali hai jai mata di "happy navra tri" all my friends...gud evng.
To St. Paul, stripes, stones, shipwrecks, and
thorns in the flesh were religious experiences; to Judas Iscariot,
the daily companionship of Jesus of Nazareth was not.
He who has faith has...
an inward reservoir of courage, hope, confidence,
calmness, and assuring trust that all will come
out well - even though to the world it may appear
to come out most badly.
Prayer is communication with the Divine.
It can be whispered or chanted or written or
expressed in the work you do.
However it is expressed, it is never in vain.
"You have a combination of legitimate and
deeply foul religious objection with political opportunism and
part of this growing problem between the western world and Islamic world."
"I want to know how God created this world.
I am not interested in this or that phenomenon,
in the spectrum of this or that element.
I want to know His thoughts; the rest are details."
I could not say I believe. I know!
I have had the experience of being gripped
by something that is stronger than myself,
something that people call God.