It is quite useless knocking at the door of heaven for earthly comfort. It’s not the sort of comfort they supply there.
There are two kinds of people: those who say to God, ‘Thy will be done,’ and those to whom God says, ‘All right, then, have it your way.’
We must lay before him what is in us, not what ought to be in us.
Faith is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, despite your changing complexions.
Sanguinity is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and faith.
In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.
Christians have burned each other, quite persuaded That all the apostles would have done as they did.
In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind’s concern is charity. .
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls.
There is nothing that wastes the body like worry, and one who has any faith in God should be ashamed to worry about anything whatsoever.
You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is like an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.
God has no religion.
Man created religion to hide behind closed doors for his driven egos for wealth
Man-made congregations speaking in tongues of ancient rights instead of the honour of God The Highest
Religion is the opium of the masses.
Cultivating co-dependencies of man all hanging on for dear life
All looking out for handouts for all the sins they created along the journey of life.
Be open to love Christ Almighty
God knows what is the best way
Knee down to God, not to man’s false egos
None of us gets out alive from this journey
We are all pebbles on a shoreline trying to fit in to the rigours of life
Like the crashing waters over the rocks of the power of the ocean forces
Be silent and humble