My goal is GOD HIMSELF. Not joy, not peace, not even blessing but HIMSELF...my GOD.
Leonard RavenhillRead
If we had more sleepless nights in prayer, there would be far fewer souls to have a sleepless eternal night in hell.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that more spiritual effort and prayer could prevent people's suffering in the afterlife.
Leonard Ravenhill emphasizes the importance of earnest prayer and spiritual vigilance. He suggests that if more people dedicated themselves to sincere prayer and seeking divine guidance during their lives, there would be fewer individuals who suffer eternally in hell after death. This quote serves as a call to action for believers to take prayer seriously, as it has the potential to impact not only their lives but also the fate of others.
In practice
This quote can be used during a church sermon to encourage parishioners to pray more fervently.
My goal is GOD HIMSELF. Not joy, not peace, not even blessing but HIMSELF...my GOD.
Prayer is not a preparation for the battle; it is the battle!
Everyone recognizes that Stephen was Spirit-filled when he was performing wonders. Yet, he was just as Spirit-filled when he was being stoned to death.
I find it most intriguing to contemplate the fact that while men are considering what place to give Jesus Christ in history, He has already decided what place to give them in eternity.
The tragedy in our colleges and seminaries right now is that we turn men out who know the word of God. That is never going to turn the world._x000D_ The question is not whether they know the Word of God...._x000D_ The question is......Do they know the God of the Word?
Some women will spend thirty minutes to an hour preparing for church externally (putting on special clothes and makeup, etc.). What would happen if we all spent the same amount of time preparing internally for church—with prayer and meditation?
History is, strictly speaking, the study of questions; the study of answers belongs to anthropology and sociology.
Bread has been made (indifferent) from potatoes;_x000D_ _x000D_ And galvanism has set some corpses grinning,_x000D_ _x000D_ But has not answer'd like the apparatus_x000D_ _x000D_ Of the Humane Society's beginning,_x000D_ _x000D_ By which men are unsuffocated gratis:_x000D_ _x000D_ What wondrous new machines have late been spinning.
The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts.
When a daffadill I see, Hanging down his head towards me, Guess I may, what I must be: First, I shall decline my head; Secondly, I shall be dead: Lastly, safely buryed.
There is little or no magic about them, except the ordinary everyday sort which helps them to disappear quietly and quickly when large stupid folk like you and me come blundering along, making a noise like elephants which they can hear a mile off.
There is no language without deceit.
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