Depravity Quotes - Page 2

The curse of the fall didn't affect only manual work, as we often seem to think. Excessive ambiguity that prevent us from figuring out how to navigate is really a form of confusion. Overload is one of the forms that frustration takes. The inordinate challenges we face in knowledge work can be traced to the fall just as much as the challenges in manual work. Send it especially lies behind the villain of lack of fulfillment. The reason we lack fulfillment is because we aren't fulfilling our true purpose, that is because we have sinned and deviated from God's path.

Depravity and decadence are two sides of the same coin.

Violent crimes had increased from 120 per 100,000 in 1962 180 per 100,000 by 1964.

Backward we are naturally to all good things, and it is a lesson of grace to learn to go forward in the ways of God.

If beauty is relative, then any and everything when compared to the beauty of God is absolutely hideous.

Poetry of World War I, at least in its lyrical mode, was itself the last flowering of the Age of Innocence that preceded the war, that the horrors of the trenches sparked the final blossoming, as friction gives rise to fire; that the daily nightmare unfolding before the soldiers sharpened their sense of beauty, prophecy, and mission.

Alas! it is but little we have done for our Master's glory. Our winter has lasted all too long. We are as cold as ice when we should feel a summer's glow and bloom with sacred flowers.

Even the respectable have a small anarchist hidden on the inside.

It is well for us when prayers about our sorrows are linked with pleas concerning our sins—when, being under God's hand, we are not wholly taken up with our pain, but remember our offences against God.

As in a tree, there is more sap in an Arm of the tree, than in a little sprig; but the sprig hath the same sap for kind that the Arm of the tree hath, and it all comes from the same root. So though there be more venom in some gross, crying sins, than in some others; yet there is no sin but hath the same sap, and the same venom, for the kind, that every sin hath, that the worst sin hath.

All the accounts of the burial of Jesus are somber, laced through with the silence of grief, the shock that violence does to one's soul, even experienced vicariously in the body of another who is loved. They are written as though they are dirges, laments hidden in the silences and spaces between the words.

Though the outside of human life changes much, the inside changes little.

Initially, the God of the Old Testament might seem overwhelming and domineering to you, or tyrannical, or perhaps even evil, which is good. It is the first telling that God is indeed God, by sheer definition, and not some ear-tickling fairy by which one in his depravity is guaranteed to find another form of stale romanticism or love at first sight. For such a first impression as the latter would be problematic to the essence of Christianity. Therefore the Christians are right in saying that the nature of imperfect men cannot ultimately co-exist with the nature of a perfect God; and that the hope of each man is now desperately found in God's sending of Christ.

Sadly enough, some people are insecure in such a way that they cannot bear the thought of the sovereignty of God, the thought of His Being as greater than themselves. It makes them feel insignificant. But I know if I were to worship and obey anything, I would like it far greater than myself or any person or human system, preferably to the point that which it, perhaps, in all its majesty, makes me feel lost and even 'creatural' in my sheer humanity. Only this God - He who is great beyond human measure, yet still considers His creation precious - I find to be more than worthy of praise; otherwise, I bow down and worship nothing. And if the thought of such a superior and almighty God were to indeed offend me, I would have to remember that it is because I am only as significant as the things which I am idolizing, things which are ultimately separating me, the creation, from my original Creator.

When man comes into the presence of God he will find, whether he wishes it or not, that all those things which seemed to make him so different from the men of other times, or even from his earlier self, have fallen off. He is back where he always was, where every man always is.

I swung my hips around like I unscrewed at the waist.

Cheer up! You're a worse sinner than you ever dared imagine, and you're more loved than you ever dared hope.

As his body became more and more defenseless, so his means of offense became steadily more frightful.

we lived depravityand called it truth, silencingour dreaming, andour love, discardingthings holy.

On what grounds would God be told that He can bring death to millions of people at the end of a normal life span, but that He may not do it in any other way?

He that becomes protector of sin shall surely become its prisoner.

If I turn mine eyes upon myself, I find myself a traitor with the rest;

Every artifact of human culture is a positive response to God's general revelation and simultaneously a rebellious assertion against His sovereign rule over us.

Boasting about badness without actively involving in badness is mere madness.

Maybe the real miracle in any miracle is our ability to believe that despite our own depravity, in the eyes of God we are worthy of a miracle.

Kindness and pain, joy and suffering are twins in this fallen world.

Evil things are easy things: for they are natural to our fallen nature. Right things are rare flowers that need cultivation.

It’s an act of our will to choose to see people simply as wildly loved by God, to assume their beauty before guessing their depravity.

Before we come to Christ, we must come to ourselves.

What weighs us down is not gravity! A little force of kindness can decelerate depravity.