Quotes about Worship
In a stupid nation the man of genius becomes a god : everybody worships him and nobody does his will.
— George Bernard Shaw
every expression of gratitude is a prayer, which means the practice of intentional gratitude leads directly to a life lived in continual worship." He
— Terri Blackstock
Nothing that is God's is obtainable by money.
— Tertullian
Mother Church.
— Tertullian
You say we worship the sun; so do you.
— Tertullian
Christians are people who are reconciled to God through Christ. As a consequence, we have been given "the ministry of reconciliation" (2 Cor. 5:18—21). So, a committed member strives to repair breaches as quickly as possible, even before continuing in public worship (Matt. 5:23—24).
— Thabiti M. Anyabwile
Your sole desire should be the glory of God, not the praise of others.
— Thomas a Kempis
God has no need for our worship. It is we who need to show our gratitude for what we have received.
— St. Thomas Aquinas
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice.
— St. Thomas Aquinas
It is the Lord's Day, and I do believe that cheerful hearts and faces are not unpleasant in His sight.
— Thomas Bailey Aldrich
All moral choices are free choices. No one can be praised or blamed for an act in which they had no free choice. If they were forced to do it, then they can't get either credit or blame. Hence if God destroyed all freedom, He would be destroying all possibility to love, praise, and worship Him — to say nothing of destroying all possibility of our enjoying His or other people's love, praise, and sacrifice on our behalf.
— Norman Geisler
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!
— Virginia Woolf