Quotes about Reverence

But God himself hath plainly declared what are the qualifications of those souls which are meet to be made partakers of divine teachings, or ever shall be so; and these are, as they are frequently expressed, meekness, humility, godly fear, reverence, submission of soul and conscience unto the authority of God, with a resolution and readiness for and unto all that obedience which he requireth of us, especially that which is internal in the hidden man of the heart.

For what is a god but what we go to again and again?

The strong, calm man is always loved and revered. He is like a shade-giving tree in a thirsty land, or a sheltering rock in a storm.

The calm guy, having learned how to govern himself, knows the way to adapt himself to others; and they, in turn, reverence his non secular energy, and sense that they could examine of him and rely upon him. The more tranquil a man turns into, the greater is his achievement, his have an impact on, his strength for accurate.

What is the chief end of preaching? I like to think it is this: It is to give men and women a sense of God and His presence.

The wise man comes to God without saying a word and stands in awe of Him.

If we want to know and reverence God truly, we will dedicate ourselves to becoming biblical theologians who understand the narrative and themes of Scripture.

Those who attempt to search into the majesty of God will be overwhelmed with His Glory!

God has no need for our worship. It is we who need to show our gratitude for what we have received.

To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent - that is to triumph over old age.

Anyone who has the temerity to write about Jane Austen is aware of [two] facts: first, that of all great writers she is the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness; second, that there are twenty-five elderly gentlemen living in the neighbourhood of London who resent any slight upon her genius as if it were an insult to the chastity of their aunts.

Listen. There is a sound like the knocking of railway trucks in a siding. That is the happy concatenation of one event following another in our lives. Knock, knock, knock. Must, must, must. Must go, must sleep, must wake, must get up — sober, merciful word which we pretend to revile, which we press tight to our hearts, without which we should be undone. How we worship that sound like the knocking together of trucks in a siding!