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  • Will shared from The Life of Trust; Being a Narrative of the Lord's Dealings With George Müller by George Müller
    "Verily I say unto you, Whatsoever ye shall ask the Father in my name, he will give it you. Hitherto ye have asked nothing in my name. Ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full."8
  • Will shared from Blue Like Jazz: Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality by Donald Miller
    And that's when it hit me like so much epiphany getting dislodged from my arteries. The problem with Christian culture is we think of love as a commodity. We use it like money. Professor Spencer was right, and not only was he right, I felt as though he had cured me, as though he had let me out of my cage. I could see it very clearly. If somebody is doing something for us, offering us something, be it gifts, time, popularity, or what have you, we feel they have value, we feel they are worth something to us, and, perhaps, we feel they are priceless. I could see it so clearly, and I could feel it...
    Note: What if we radically loved everyone without expecting things in return.
  • Will shared from Blue Like Jazz: Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality by Donald Miller
    Love, for example, is a true emotion, but it is not rational. What I mean is, people actually feel it. I have been in love, plenty of people have been in love, yet love cannot be proved scientifically. Neither can beauty. Light cannot be proved scientifically, and yet we all believe in light and by light see all things. There are plenty of things that are true that don't make any sense. I think one of the problems Laura was having was that she wanted God to make sense. He doesn't. He will make no more sense to me than I will make sense to an ant.
    Note: Aren't we all just ants trying to understand a human?
  • Will shared from Blue Like Jazz: Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality by Donald Miller
    I talk about love, forgiveness, social justice; I rage against American materialism in the name of altruism, but have I even controlled my own heart? The overwhelming majority of time I spend thinking about myself, pleasing myself, reassuring myself, and when I am done there is nothing to spare for the needy. Six billion people live in this world, and I can only muster thoughts for one. Me.
    Note: Convicted by Donald Miller's words tonight. (from Blue Like Jazz)
  • Will shared from Mockingjay (The Final Book of The Hunger Games) by Suzanne Collins
    Spasms cause Peeta’s hands to tighten into fists, then splay out in a bizarre fashion. Is it all he can do to keep them from my neck? I can feel the tension in Gale’s muscles next to me, fear an altercation. But Gale simply says,
    Note: trial