#prophets

Prophets are those who take life as it is and expand it. They refuse to shrink a vision of tomorrow to the boundaries of yesterday. ↗

— Joan Chittister OSB

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Fear prophets, Adso, and those prepared to die for the truth, for as a rule they make many others die with them, often before them, at times instead of them. ↗

— Umberto Eco

#prophets #religion #religion

There is a danger in monotheism, and it's called idolatry. And we know the prophets of Israel were very, very concerned about idolatry, the worship of a human expression of the divine. ↗

— Karen Armstrong

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We are not diplomats but prophets, and our message is not a compromise but an ultimatum. ↗

— Aiden Wilson Tozer

#diplomats #message #our #prophets #ultimatum

In my tradition, one must wait until one has learned a lot of Bible and Talmud and the Prophets to handle mysticism. This isn't instant coffee. There is no instant mysticism. ↗

— Elie Wiesel

#coffee #handle #instant #learned #lot

In the case of Michel Angelo we have an artist who with brush and chisel portrayed literally thousands of human forms; but with this peculiarity, that while scores and scores of his male figures are obviously suffused and inspired by a romantic sentiment, there is hardly one of his female figures that is so,—the latter being mostly representative of woman in her part as mother, or sufferer, or prophetess or poetess, or in old age, or in any aspect of strength or tenderness, except that which associates itself especially with romantic love. Yet the cleanliness and dignity of Michel Angelo's male figures are incontestable, and bear striking witness to that nobility of the sentiment in him, which we have already seen illustrated in his sonnets. ↗

— Edward Carpenter

#homoeroticism #homosexuality #love #men #michelangelo

Jerusalem! My Love,My Town I wept until my tears were dry I prayed until the candles flickered I knelt until the floor creaked I asked about Mohammed and Christ Oh Jerusalem, the fragrance of prophets The shortest path between earth and sky Oh Jerusalem, the citadel of laws A beautiful child with fingers charred and downcast eyes You are the shady oasis passed by the Prophet Your streets are melancholy Your minarets are mourning You, the young maiden dressed in black Who rings the bells at the Nativity Church, On sunday morning? Who brings toys for the children On Christmas eve? Oh Jerusalem, the city of sorrow A big tear wandering in the eye Who will halt the aggression On you, the pearl of religions? Who will wash your bloody walls? Who will safeguard the Bible? Who will rescue the Quran? Who will save Christ, From those who have killed Christ? Who will save man? Oh Jerusalem my town Oh Jerusalem my love Tomorrow the lemon trees will blossom And the olive trees will rejoice Your eyes will dance The migrant pigeons will return To your sacred roofs And your children will play again And fathers and sons will meet On your rosy hills My town The town of peace and olives ↗

— Nizar Qabbani

#bible #christ #jerusalem #muhammad #olives

Men reject their prophets and slay them, but they love their martyrs and honor those they have slain. The Brothers Karamazov Book VI - The Russian Monk, Chapter 3 - Conversations and Exhortations of Father Zosima. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#martyrs #prophets #religion #religious-institutions #the-brothers-karamazov

Let any one speak long enough, he will get believers. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#prophets #quackery #faith

Prophets borrow the omniscience of God to speak with the insolence of angels. But we are only impressed with their authority when they talk to us humbly, as men of inferior rank. ↗

— Bauvard

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