We have control over our prayer life, our relationship with Jesus.
Francis ChanRead
We are most alive when we are loving and actively giving ourselves because we were made to do these things.
Interpretation
True fulfillment comes from love and self-giving, as it's our nature to do so.
In this quote, Francis Chan emphasizes that the essence of being fully alive is rooted in our capacity to love and give of ourselves to others. He suggests that engaging in acts of love and selflessness aligns with our fundamental purpose as human beings, leading to a deeper sense of fulfillment and vitality.
In practice
This quote can inspire a speech on volunteerism at a community event.
We have control over our prayer life, our relationship with Jesus.
A disciple is a disciple maker.
Don't fall into the trap of studying the Bible without doing what it says.
Our God listens to us. Our God is a living God. He's not a block of wood you made up that's not going to answer you. My God listens to me. He answers me.
...I don't have to worry about not meeting His expectations. God will ensure my success in accordance with His plan, not mine.
People who are obsessed with Jesus aren't consumed with their personal safety and comfort above all else. Obsessed people care more about God's kingdom coming to this earth than their own lives being shielded from pain or distress.
He who would love much has also much to suffer.
Mine is only one of the millions of hearts broken over the death of Whitney Houston. I will always be grateful and in awe of the wonderful performance she did on my song and I can truly say from the bottom of my heart, 'Whitney, I will always love you. You will be missed.'
You may be guided by the unending effort of poets and artists, biologists and psychiatrists to describe that irreplaceable and still mysterious emotion so essential to the human condition, but all the search engines in the universe cannot compete with the first kiss.
To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo, in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand, Ah! Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land!
If you love something - and there are things that I love - you do want more and more and more of it, but that's not the way to produce good work.
Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age when no man dies for love except upon the stage.
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