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"What divine music she lured out of the old violin--merry and sad, gay and sorrowful by turns, music such as the stars of morning might have made singing together, music that the fairies might have danced to in their revels among the green hills or on yellow sands, music that might have mourned over the grave of a dead hope. Then she drifted into a still sweeter strain. As he listened to it he rea...

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  • I believe in pink.
    • I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner.
    • I believe in kissing, kissing a lot.
    • I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong.
    • I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls.
    • I believe that tomorrow is another day.
    • & I believe in miracles.

- Audrey Hepburn

  • The Christian is one whose imagination should fly beyond the stars. Francis Schaeffer
  • Man's chief end is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever."

- Westminister Catechism

  • I find myself in a giant hall. Surrounding me are thousands of young people-battered, bruised, and broken. Then suddenly a voice says, "what am I to bid?" A young girl stands before the crowd of lecherous, sneering men. "What am I to bid for this piece of Flesh?" The men start to cheer and shout figures. "Ten." "Twenty." "Fifty." "One hundred" What can I do, God? I start to bid. I have to save her. The cost becomes huge and I begin to waiver. Can I afford this? What price will I pray? The dream stops. I'm alone again but the faces are real enough. Alice being sold into prostitution. Jack with a revolver in his mouth. Kat covered in cuts and bruises. John falling into crime. Laura alone and desperate. Steve, heroin needle in his bulging vein. "What am I to bid?" The voice shatters the silence. The auction is on. The bidding has begun. It will continue day and night until the end. Most of the bidders desire only use and abuse. Satan drives them on. For him, young lives are for destruction. Chaos is his aim. God is there, but He has chosen us to go into the auction. His desire: that we bid for everyone. Are we willing? The cost will be huge. We may have to give out lives. The currency is prayer. The price is massive but the prize is glorious. What am I to bid?
  • "Folks in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn't. They kept going, because they were holding onto something. What are we holding onto? That there's some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for."

- Sam, LOTR (Don't hate me for having a movie quote...)

  • "[Human beings], although worn out and defaced by losing the participation of God, yet the image of God still remains."

- Augustine

  • "And what will you say if ever you're told that you're not good enough or you're dim or too bold, or you're not very special, you're strange or too shy? What will you say in reply? Will you sniffle and sigh and assume that they're right? Will you kick, will you cry, and perhaps pick a fight? Of course not! Instead, You'll know just what to do when you hear something truly untrue. "Nonsense!" you'll say. Shout it loud, shout it far! Only you can decide who you are!"

- Nonsense by Sally Kahler Phillips

mar 21 2010 ∞
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