#sacrament

I can promise you that when I go to Sacramento, I will pump up Sacramento. ↗

— Arnold Schwarzenegger

#i #i can #promise #pump #sacramento

I was brought up as a Catholic and went to church every week and took the sacraments. It never really touched the core of my being. ↗

— Sting

#brought #catholic #church #core #every

I grew up in northern California in a town called Fairfield, which is kind of exactly between San Francisco and Sacramento, a small suburb. And I'm the youngest of five children. ↗

— Tracy K. Smith

#california #called #children #exactly #five

Sacraments are like hoses. They are the channels of the living water of God's grace. Our faith is like opening the faucet. We can open it a lot, a little, or not at all. ↗

— Peter Kreeft

#christianity #faith #god #god-s-grace #grace

Protestants believe that the sacraments are like ladders that God gave to us by which we can climb up to Him. Catholics believe that they are like ladders that God gave to Himself by which He climbs down to us. ↗

— Peter Kreeft

#christianity #god #jesus-shock #protestantism #sacraments

The average American teenager sends or receives 75 text messages a day, though one girl in Sacramento managed to handle an average of 10,000 every 24 hours for a month. ↗

— Pico Iyer

#average #average american #day #every #girl

I might be celibate, but I appreciate the wonder of the sacrament of marriage. ↗

— Keith O'Brien

#appreciate #celibate #i #might #sacrament

As however the ancients say that in case of necessity any Christian lay person can administer the sacrament of Baptism, so Luther says the same thing about absolution in case of necessity, where no priest is present. ↗

— Martin Chemnitz

#absolution #administer #any #baptism #case

Beauty, then, is not mere decoration, but rather an essential element of the liturgical action, since it is an attribute of God himself and his revelation. These considerations should make us realize the care which is needed, if the liturgical action is to reflect its innate splendour. ↗

— Pope Benedict XVI

#eucharist #god #liturgy #mass #sacrament

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33) ↗

— Tim Willocks

#apple #asymmetry #atlantic #autumn #blind-man