spirit

Words have no power, unless you give it to them.

Remember to say what you mean, but don't say it meanly.

We are saved by the sanctification of the Spirit and by faith in the truth of Christ Jesus, Son of God.

You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.

The sacred soul is full of God's spirit.

We nurture the candle flames that show the way ahead. We are guerrillas of the word, unsung heroes breathing softly on the embers of the human mind, so that they might re-ignite the hearths around which we once found safe haven. The book is the Light and the Life.

Courage is the starting point of everything good. To love another is to automatically feed the fire of courage. We cannot be humiliated when we are fighting for someone or something we love. We will not give up when we are fighting for loved ones. As we evolve, our loved ones extend out from our family to include all of humanity. Courage and confidence will grow over the years with practice and self-awareness. We are never alone. God will help us. Such is the courage which gains respect from others. More importantly, we gain respect for ourselves.

AND where did the books go when the world turned against them? When the flames of wrath blackened their pages and erased the words, they fled to find solace and redemption in the dark places of the world.__hey were exiled into darkness so their own light might one day return to illuminate the world. They went underground, literally and metaphorically, so that their haven became the hidden places far beneath the feet of their persecutors.__hus was born the Incunabula: it was forged by fire and persecution, to preserve and protect until the book might rise, Phoenix-like, from the ashes of demise.

The spirit calls, I must surrender.

Literature endures like the universal spirit,And its breath becomes a part of the vitals of all men.

I want to be a woman who lives totally abandoned to the first commandment: to love my Lord, my God, with all my heart. I don__ want the reputation that I love God, I don__ want to write songs about loving God, I don__ want to talk about loving God. I want to actually love God. When I close my eyes, I want my heart to move. When I close my eyes and I look at Him, I want to feel alive on the inside. I want to look at Him with a fire in my heart and it__ real.

The affliction in the flesh of soul is temporal compare to the eternal glory of the spirit.

Matter would have the universe a uniform dispersion, motionless, complete. Spirit would have an earth, a heaven and a hell, whirl and conflict, an incandescent sun to drive away the dark, to illuminate good and evil, would have thought, memory, desire, would build a stairway of forms increasing in complexity, inclusiveness, to a heaven ever receding above, changing always in configuration, becoming when reached but the way to more distant heavens, the last . . . but there is no last, for spirit tends upward without end, wanders, spirals, dips, but tends ever upward, ruthlessly using lower forms to create higher forms, moving toward ever greater inwardness, consciousness, spontaneity, to an ever greater freedom.

It is a world that is made of love. Did you think there is only the kind of love your sister has for her husband? Did you think there must be here, a man with whiskers, and over here, a lady in a gown? Haven't I said, there are no whiskers and gowns where spirits are? And what will your sister do if her husband should die, and she should take another? Who will she fly to then, when she has crossed the spheres? For she will fly to someone, we will all fly to someone, we will all return to that piece of shining matter from which our souls were torn with another, two halves of the same.

Spirituality is a universal currency. It is part of every religion, every faith, and every person. Everybody has a belief system.

True faith is unconditional.It is simply the reverence and aspiration towards a certain kind of spirit.Faith is not even the means of obtaining reward.Faith itself is the end.

Spirit of spirits!

Only the Saviour saves souls.