The weekly worship service can be very effective in evangelism of non-Christians and in edification of Christians if it does not aim at either alone but is gospel centered and in the vernacular.
There are no self-proclaimed villains, only regiments of self-proclaimed saints. Victorious historians rule where good or evil lies. We abjure labels. We fight for money and an indefinable pride. The politics, the ethics, the moralities, are irreleva...
There are no self-proclaimed villains, only regiments of self-proclaimed saints. Victorious historians rule where good or evil lies.
Si je rencontrerais ajourd'hui, je lui filerais une grande claque pour le punir de m'avoir maudite en me souhaitant des expériences. Et je pleurerais sur son épaule, pour des tas de raisons. Pas parce qu'il ne m'a pas épousée, mais à cause de to...
Her failure was a useful preliminary to success.
Success and failure are two edges of the same blade, two sides of the same coin. To fear one is to forever deny the possibility of the other.
Faith is only as good as the one in whom it's invested.
Japan likewise put her hopes of victory on a different basis from that prevalent in the United States. (...) Even when she was winning, her civilian statesmen, her High Command, and her soldiers repeated that this was no contest between armaments; it...
I hate early mornings. But I love waking up with you.
Three quarters of respectable England hates you." "Half," Sebastian replied with a smile. "It's really only half. Judging by my correspondence, it may be as little as forty-eight percent. And of those, only a small number want to cause me bodily harm...
C'est affreux ces rendez-vous annuels qui autorisent les gens à faire un bilan de votre vie, trois questions et leurs yeux vous disent "tu n'as pas avancé", au mieux avec inquiétude, au pire avec mépris.
From "Caleb's Crossing"--This is an excellent thought about family though it doesn't apply to me. I am lucky in my brothers. "Now, of all times in my life, did I wish Caleb truly was my brother, rather than that selfish, imperious, weak-willed soul t...
There's something to that in both directions," said Ekaterin mildly. "Nothing is more guaranteed to make one start acting like a child than to be treated like one. It's so infuriating. It took me the longest time to figure out how to stop falling int...
Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath...
The first casualty of war is casual wear.
What do you want?" Sophronia was moved to exasperation. "Me? Stockings and breeches to come back in fashion. I do miss seeing a man's calves.
Who was more conscious than the soldier of capricious fortune, of the random roll of the dice?
We all wind up drawn to what we're afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.
I hate feeling hate but feeling nothing feels worse.
Does any woman ever count the grains of her harvest and say: Good enough? Or does one always think of what more one might have laid in, had the labor been harder, the ambition more vast, the choices more sage?
Our elders, and our elders’ kin, and their kin before them, fought to keep Sunningrocks in our territory. Many of them lost their lives, giving up their last breath for stones that belong to us. Can we give up where they did not, turn tail and flee...
