But I say to you Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven for he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.
Every year we celebrate the holy season of Advent O God. Every year we pray those beautiful prayers of longing and waiting and sing those lovely songs of hope and promise.
I pray to be a good servant to God a father a husband a son a friend a brother an uncle a good neighbor a good leader to those who look up to me a good follower to those who are serving God and doing the right thing.
As to those who hoard gold and silver and spend it not in God's path give them then the tidings of a painful agony: on a day when these things shall be heated in hell-fire and their foreheads and their sides and their backs shall be branded therewith.
It is a curious phenomena that God has made the hearts of the poor rich and those of the rich poor.
Jesus didn't say 'Blessed are those who care for the poor.' He said 'Blessed are we where we are poor where we are broken.' It is there that God loves us deeply and pulls us into deeper communion with himself.
Those whom God wishes to destroy he first makes mad.
God help those who do not help themselves.
It is common for those that are farthest from God to boast themselves most of their being near to the Church.
There are two kinds of people one can call reasonable: those who serve God with all their heart because they know him and those who seek him with all their heart because they do not know him.
Man has as it were become a kind of prosthetic God. When he puts on all his auxiliary organs he is truly magnificent but those organs have not grown on him and they still give him much trouble at times.
The soles of Neil Armstrong's boots on the moon made permanent impressions on our souls and in our national psyche. Ann and I watched those steps together on her parent's sofa. Like all Americans we went to bed that night knowing we lived in the greatest country in the history of the world. God bless Neil Armstrong.
I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do because I notice it always coincides with their own desires.
He didn't come out of my belly but my God I've made his bones because I've attended to every meal and how he sleeps and the fact that he swims like a fish because I took him to the ocean. I'm so proud of all those things. But he is my biggest pride.
God helps those who help themselves.
When we were children we were grateful to those who filled our stockings at Christmas time. Why are we not grateful to God for filling our stockings with legs?
God sometimes does try to the uttermost those whom he wishes to bless.
Geography has made us neighbors. History has made us friends. Economics has made us partners and necessity has made us allies. Those whom God has so joined together let no man put asunder.
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.'
God always strives together with those who strive.
If we are to garner sustained U.S. domestic support for future trade agreements we have to make sure those Americans who have suffered as a consequence of past agreements have an effective social safety net adjustment assistance opportunities for retraining and new job creation that enables all Americans to thrive.
Because the time has come well and truly come for all peoples of our great country for all citizens of our great commonwealth for all Australians - those who are indigenous and those who are not - to come together to reconcile and together build a new future for our nation.
It seems like the studios are either making giant blockbusters or really super-small indies. And the mid-level films I grew up on like 'Back to the Future' and all those John Hughes movies the studios aren't doing. It's hard to get them on their feet.
One of the functions of an organization of any organism is to anticipate the future so that those relationships can persist over time.
Existence is no more than the precarious attainment of relevance in an intensely mobile flux of past present and future.