God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, 'I love you.'
Billy GrahamRead
I look forward to death with great anticipation, to meeting God face to face.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a positive outlook toward death as a transition to meeting God.
Billy Graham's quote reflects a profound acceptance of mortality, seeing death as a hopeful passage rather than an end. It conveys the idea that the ultimate meeting with God is a moment of great anticipation, suggesting that faith and belief can transform one's perspective on death into an opportunity for a significant spiritual experience.
In practice
During a memorial service to celebrate a loved one's life.
God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, 'I love you.'
The wonderful news is that our Lord is a God of mercy, and He responds to repentance.
Don't ever hesitate to take to [God] whatever is on your heart. He already knows it anyway, but He doesn't want you to bear its pain or celebrate its joy alone.
God will not force himself upon us against our will. If we want his love, we need to believe in him. We need to make a definite, positive act of commitment and surrender to the love of God. No one can do it for us.
Success in God's eyes is faithfulness to His calling.
Heaven doesn't make this life less important; it makes it more important.
Restriction of free thought and free speech is the most dangerous of all subversions. It is the one un-American act that could most easily defeat us.
While it is useful to rebut charges and get your arguments out in circulation, you have to understand that arguments and evidence have little impact on people as long as their feelings tilt them against you.
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
There is nothing worse than an idle hour, with no occupation offering. People who have many such hours are simply animals waiting docilely for death. We all come to that state soon or late. It is the curse of senility.
I have here only made a nosegay of culled flowers, and have brought nothing of my own but the thread that tied them together.
We used to look at each other and say, 'We play the same game with the same rules, the same bat, the same ball, the same field. What the hell does color have to do with it? You don't play with color. You play with talent.'
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