Forgiving does not usually happen at once. It is a process, sometimes a long one, especially when it comes to wounds gouged deep. And we must expect some lapses. . . some people seem to manage to finish off forgiving in one swoop of the heart. But when they do, you can bet they are forgiving flesh wounds. Deeper cuts take more time and can use a second coat.
The antidote to the lust of the flesh is integrity.
To put the flesh of an animal into one's belly makes one an accessory after the fact of its slaughter, simply because if cows, pigs, sheep, fowl, and fish, to mention the most common, were not eaten they would not be killed.
For the first time I heard shots fired in anger, heard bullets strike flesh or whistle through the air.
The quivering flesh, though torture-torn, may live, but souls, once deeply wounded, heal no more.
The fact is that Mike Tyson bit through my trousers and took a significant piece of flesh out of my thigh.
There is a greater darkness than the one we fight. It is the darkness of the soul that has lost its way. The war we fight is not against powers and principalities, it is against chaos and despair. Greater than the death of flesh is the death of hope. The death of dreams. Against this peril we can never surrender.
We use the web to help people organize in the flesh, and then we take the images of those events and put them back on the web to make them add up to more than the sum of their parts.
As Man alone, Jesus could not have saved us; As God alone, He would not; Made flesh, He could and did.
I liked beaches, swimming pools, and clinics for there they were the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. I pitied them and myself, but this will not protect me. The word and the thought are over.
It was love that motivated His self-emptying, that led Him to become a little lower than angels, to be subject to parents, to bow His head beneath the Baptist's hands, to endure the weakness of the flesh, and to submit to death even upon the cross
The inner life must overcome the flesh or the flesh will overcome and destroy the inner life.
I believe, and this is something I also learned from Alice Munro, that there's a moment where the personal becomes totally universal. When you see that person in their pathetic moment, that's the moment where the completely unifying sympathy with that person is possible - where you're no longer a person here and they're someone over there, and you can really feel like one, you can really feel like a human being. Or more like, you can really feel like flesh and blood, because I feel like that moment is the same thing with animals.
An Animated Cartoon Theology: 1. People are animals. 2. The body is mortal and subject to incredible pain. 3. Life is antagonistic to the living. 4. The flesh can be sawed, crushed, frozen, stretched, burned, bombed, and plucked for music. 5. The dumb are abused by the smart and the smart destroyed by their own cunning. 6. The small are tortured by the large and the large destroyed by their own momentum. 7. We are able to walk on air, but only as long as our illusion supports us.
The cross is God taking on flesh and blood and saying, Me too.
Nudity in the flesh doesn't bother me. But having my mind uncovered - that scares the hell out of me.
If we must put our head into the lion’s mouth, let us make certain that he chokes upon our flesh!
I want paint to work as flesh. . . my portraits to be of the people, not like them. Not having a look of the sitter, being them. . . As far as I am concerned the paint is the person. I want it to work for me just as flesh does.
Flesh eating is unprovoked murder.
Every child was taught from his cradle that money was Mammon, the chief agent of the flesh and the devil.