God loves us too much to pretend our sin isn't there. Sin is a cancer and Christ the surgeon. True prayer signs the consent form.
Christian living means dying with Christ and rising again. That, as we saw, is part of the meaning of baptism, the starting point of the Christian pilgrimage.
When we see that the whole sum of our salvation, and every single part of it, are comprehended in Christ, we must beware of deriving even the minutest portion of it from any other quarter.
The age of miracles has not past. The Miracle Worker is still ALIVE. His name is Jesus Christ!
Take away the cross of Christ, and the Bible is a dark book.
If the Bible is true, then I'm Christ.
I fear that much of the Christianity that surrounds us assumes our task is to save appearances by protecting God from Job-like anguish. But if God is the God of Jesus Christ, then God does not need our protection. What God demands is not protection, but truth.
Those who surrender to the service of the poor through love of Christ, will live like the grains of wheat that dies. It only apparently dies. If it were not to die, it would remain a solitary grain. The harvest comes because of the grain that dies. We know that every effort to improve society, above all when society is so full of injustice and sin, is an effort that God blesses; that God wants; that God demands of us.
There's more to me than just this jersey I wear, and that's Christ living inside of me.
I committed my life to Christ, and that faith has been most important to me ever since.
Your life of indifference to the risen Christ and of halfhearted attention now and then to a few of his commandments will appear on that day as supremely blameworthy and infinitely foolish, and you will. . . weep that you did not change. ”8
I had but one joy, the apple of the eye of my delights , to preach Christ my Lord
History may defeat the Christ but it nevertheless points to him as the law of life.
When we imply that our works are for God and not our neighbor, we perpetuate the idea that God's love for us is dependent on what we do instead of on what Christ has done.
Here saw I a great oneing betwixt Christ and us, to mine understanding: for when He was in pain, we were in pain.
We are very near the final climactic events that end with the Second Coming of Christ.
I believe that You, O Jesus, are in the most holy Sacrament. I love You and desire You. Come into my heart. I embrace You. Oh, never leave me. May the burning and most sweet power of Your love, O Lord Jesus Christ, I beseech You, absorb my mind that I may die through love of Your love, Who were graciously pleased to die through love of my love.
The supreme test of service is this: For whom am I doing this? Much that we call service to Christ is not such at all. . . . If we are doing this for Christ, we shall not care for human reward or even recognition.
All self-effort is but sinking sand. Christ alone is the Rock of our salvation.
Every day I see Jesus Christ in all his distressing disguises.