Even if our own troubles are great, we should still serve. Jesus washed His disciples feet on the way to the cross.
Jesus Christ went to the cross to magnify his ego.
God never excuses sin. And He is always consistent with that ethic. Whenever we start to question whether God really hates sin, we have only to think of the cross, where His Son was tortured, mocked, and beaten because of sin. Our sin
May nothing entice me till I happily make my way to Jesus Christ! Fire, cross, struggles with wild beasts, wrenching of bones, mangling of limbs - let them come to me, provided only I make my way to Jesus Christ.
No matter how dim the light filtering through the trees is, you can still try your best to grasp it. -Kaien Cross
Being for every man the touchstone of faith and love, the Eucharist, like on the Cross, divided the minds as soon as it was announced. . . Nothing engages a man as much as does the Eucharist
Let us leave tomorrow's trouble for the One who bore our troubles on the cross.
I write because to write a new sentence, let alone a new poem, is to cross the threshold into both a larger existence and a profound mystery. A thought was not there, then it is. An image, a story, an idea about what it is to be human, did not exist, then it does. With every new poem, an emotion new to the heart, to the world, speaks itself into being.
After crossing the Smoky Hill River, I felt comparatively safe as this was the last stream I had to cross.
If someone is mean, harmful, or evil, they're out of my life. I cross them out.
Faith begins with a backward look at the cross, but it lives with a forward look at the promises
I had a perfect confidence, still unshaken, in books. If you read enough you would reach the point of no return. You would cross over and arrive on the safe side. There you would drink the strong waters and become addicted, perhaps demented - but a Reader.
No one can cross the boundary into another -- for the simple reason that no one can gain access to himself
No one can construct for you the bridge upon which precisely you must cross the stream of life, no one but you yourself alone.
Every experience in life is designed to magnify the cross of Christ.
I almost shudder at the thought of alluding to the most fatal example of the abuses of grief which the history of mankind has preserved - the Cross. Consider what calamities that engine of grief has produced!
In the cross of Christ I glory,
I don't even own a computer. I write by hand then I type it up on an old manual typewriter. But I cross out a lot - I'm not writing in stone tablets, it's just ink on paper. I don't feel comfortable without a pen or a pencil in my hand. I can't think with my fingers on the keyboard. Words are generated for me by gripping the pen, and pressing the point on the paper.
The spot where God's triumph is achieved, God's victory over sin, over lawlessness, is the cross of Calvary- the cross on which the Son of God died. In that cross and through the cross the works of the devil were destroyed, and the One who conquered him is yet to bruise the serpent's head in the final triumph when He comes again, as recorded in prophecy.
We need to be poor! Let us live an ordinary life, but, beloved, let us live it with a passionate love for God. Become a mystery. Stretch one hand out to God, the other to your neighbour. Be cruciform. … Christ’s cross will be our revolution and it will be a revolution of love!