Quotes about Reverence

Reverence requires a certain pace. It requires a willingness to take detours, even side trips, which are not part of the original plan.

Reverence for creation comes easily to most people. Reverence for other people presents more of a challenge, especially if those people's lives happen to impinge upon your own.

Reverence was the proper attitude of a small and curious human being in a vast and fascinating world of experience. This world included people and places as well as things.

Supreme Court justice Potter Stewart once said he could not define pornography, but he knew it when he saw it. Reverence is a little like that. It is difficult to define, but you know it when you feel it.

This kind of holy envy comes with its own safeguard. Although I am allowed to admire what is growing in the well-tended fields of my religious neighbors, I am not allowed to pull off the road and help myself. The things I envy have their own terroir, their own long histories of weather and fertilization. They do not exist to serve me, improve me, or profit me.

Although I am allowed to admire what is growing in the well-tended fields of my religious neighbors, I am not allowed to pull off the road and help myself. The things I envy have their own terroir , their own long histories of weather and fertilization. They do not exist to serve me, improve me, or profit me. They have their own dominion.

He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear and put their trust in the

TAKE TIME TO BE HOLY. The word holy does not mean goody-goody; it means set apart for sacred use.

And I always do this aloud, or at least at a mumble level, making sure I am doing more than just glancing at the psalms or prayers. Glancing at prayers is the fastest path toward vain repetitions I know of. For that reason, the church has always advocated reading our prayers aloud so we will go more slowly and concentrate more on what we are saying. Prayer books are designed to be read aloud.

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Except for my daughters, I have not grieved for any death as I have grieved for his . His was a great and beautiful spirit, he was a man — all man, from his crown to his footsoles. My reverence for him was deep and genuine.

Mark Twain, cynical about so much else, has a particular reverence in the Holy Land for sitting where a god has stood. What flabbergasted him was that his traveling companions would be in such a sanctified environment and winter what they saw according to other writers or their denominational background instead their own experience with the holy.