Sweet to think on it, that when we are last weary of all this world there is the rising sun
The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate
As the Roman Empire came to its close, all the old gods of the pagan world were seen as demons by the Christians who rose. It was useless to tell them as the centuries passed that their Christ was but another God of the Wood, dying and rising, as Dionysus or Osiris had done before him, and that the Virgin Mary was in fact the Good Mother again enshrined. Theirs was a new age of belief and conviction, and in it we became devils, detached from what they believed, as old knowledge was forgotten or misunderstood.
Rising inequality isn’t about who has the knowledge; it’s about who has the power.
The atonement, or forgiveness of sin once and for all achieved on the cross, weighs in, and heavily. But the atonement is confirmed, ratified, sealed, and made enduringly good by virtue of Christ's rising from death. Our justification hinges on a risen life, present in us now because Christ is present with us now.
Anger is like a storm rising up from the bottom of your consciousness. When you feel it coming, turn your focus to your breath.
With rising incomes, the share of expenditures for food products declines. The resulting shift in expenditures affects demand patterns and employment structures.
Faith and hope. . . are the wings by which our souls, rising above the world, are lifted up to God.