All I can say in my solitude is, May Heaven's rich blessing come down on every one - American, English, Turk - who will help to heal this open sore of the world.
David LivingstoneRead
I never made a sacrifice. Of this we ought not to talk when we remember the great sacrifice which he made who left His Father's throne on high to give Himself for us.
Interpretation
Livingstone emphasizes that true sacrifice is rare and profound, exemplified by Christ's ultimate sacrifice for humanity.
In this quote, David Livingstone reflects on the nature of sacrifice, asserting that his own efforts do not equate to the profound sacrifice made by Jesus Christ. He suggests that discussions of personal sacrifices should be reserved for the greater, selfless acts that have significantly impacted humanity, highlighting the importance of humility when considering one's contributions in the face of such monumental acts of love and service.
In practice
This quote can be used in a church sermon to inspire congregants about the importance of selfless acts.
All I can say in my solitude is, May Heaven's rich blessing come down on every one - American, English, Turk - who will help to heal this open sore of the world.
Do not think me mad. It is not to make money that I believe a Christian should live. The noblest thing a man can do is, just humbly to receive, and then go amongst others and give.
I determined never to stop until I had come to the end and achieved my purpose.
It is emphatically no sacrifice. Say rather it is a privilege. Anxiety, sickness, suffering, or danger, now and then, with a foregoing of the common conveniences and charities of this life, may make us pause, and cause the spirit to waver, and the soul to sink; but let this only be for a moment. All these are nothing when compared with the glory which shall be revealed in and for us. I never made a sacrifice.
God had only one Son, and He was a missionary.
And although I see few results, future missionaries will see conversions following every sermon. May they not forget the pioneers who worked in the thick gloom with few rays to cheer, except such as flow from faith in the precious promises of God's Word.
Countless words _x000D_ count less _x000D_ than the silent balance _x000D_ between yin and yang
Everything is surprising, rightly seen.
Time is the horizontal dimension of life, the surface layer of reality. Then there is the vertical dimension of depth, accessible only through the portal of the present moment.
The key fallacy of so called gun control laws is that such laws do not in fact control guns. They simply disarm law abiding citizens, while people bent on violence find firearms readily available.
So the crew fly on with no thought that they are in motion. Like night over the sea, they are very far from the earth, from towns, from trees. The clock ticks on. The dials, the radio lamps, the various hands and needles go though their invisible alchemy. . . . and when the hour is at hand the pilot may glue his forehead to the window with perfect assurance. Out of oblivion the gold has been smelted: there it gleams in the lights of the airport.
It just is nothing foreign to consciousness at all that could present itself to consciousness through the mediation of phenomena different from the liking itself; to like is intrinsically to be conscious.
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.