Quotes about Sacrifice

When we are asked to do something that inconveniences us, we are to take on a servant's attitude. Servanthood takes great strength, much greater strength than demanding our own way. And it is that strength which will cause people to notice something different in our lives (Mathew 5:41).

And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony, and they did not love their lives to the death." (Revelation 12:10—11)

If I have team-mates who can win individual accolades, then I will do everything to help them.

Fade, fade, each earthly joy; Jesus is mine! Break every earthly tie; Jesus is mine; Dark is the wilderness; Earth has no resting-place; Jesus alone can bless; Jesus is mine.

It is not merely that we "glory in the cross" (Gal 6:14), but we draw strength from it.

Mama's love had always been the kind that acted itself out with soup pot and sewing basket. But now that these things were taken away, the love seemed as whole as before. She sat in her chair at the window and loved us. She loved the people she saw in the street-- and beyond: her love took in the city, the land of Holland, the world. And so I learned that love is larger than the walls which shut it in.

You say we could lose our lives for this child. I would consider that the greatest honor that could come to my family.

The Gestapo chief leaned forward. I'd like to send you home, old fellow," he said. "I'll take your word that you won't cause any more trouble." I could not see father's face, only the erect carriage of his shoulders and the halo of white hair above them. But I heard his answer. "If I go home today," he said evenly and clearly, "tomorrow I will open my door again to any man in need who knocks.

When He tells you to love your enemies, He gives you the love that He demands from you.

What I spent, I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have.

Unseen by either of us, Father had appeared in the doorway. "Give the child to me, Corrie," he said. Father held the baby close, his white beard brushed its cheek, looking into the little face with eyes as blue and innocent as the baby's own. At last he looked up at the pastor. "You say we could lose our lives for this child. I would consider that the greatest honor that could come to my family." The pastor turned sharply on his heels and walked out of the room.

Love. How did one show it? How could God Himself show truth and love at the same time in a world like this? By dying. The answer stood out for me sharper and chillier than it ever had before that night: the shape of a Cross etched on the history of the world.