#sunday

This Sunday School has been of help to me, greater perhaps than any other force in my Christian life, and I can ask no better things for you than that you, and all that shall come after you in this great band of workers for Christ, shall receive the same measure of blessedness which I have been permitted to have. ↗

— John D. Rockefeller

#any #ask #band #been #better

I play basketball on Sundays and I'm a very spiritual guy; I read a lot of Eastern philosophy and I meditate. ↗

— Garry Shandling

#eastern #guy #i #lot #meditate

I have to confess that there have been some times when I was less than glad to be a minister, and some Sundays still when I tremble under the weight of trying to speak a word for God. ↗

— James Green Somerville

#confess #glad #god #i #less

In the last year my wife has noticed me struggling to get downstairs on a Sunday morning. I've two young children and football has been so good to me over the years I don't want to spoil it. ↗

— Graeme Le Saux

#children #downstairs #football #get #good

We went to church every Sunday. When I was a kid, the only time I sang was around my family. ↗

— Darius Rucker

#around #church #every #every sunday #i

The real advantage for me is that I have the opportunity to lead worship every Sunday. ↗

— John Tesh

#every #every sunday #i #lead #me

On that Sunday of the Masters I remember turning on ESPN to find people talking about me. I switched over to the Golf Channel and people were talking about me. It was hard to escape. ↗

— Rory McIlroy

#channel #escape #espn #find #golf

Compassion is a lifetime business. You can't say something like, "I will have compassion on Monday, Thursdays and Fridays only. But for the rest, I will be cruel". That is hypocrisy. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#compassion #cruel #cruelity #days-of-the-week #food-for-thought

It was Sunday, and Mumma had gone next door with Lena and the little ones. Under the pepper tree in the yard Pa was sorting, counting, the empty bottles he would sell back: the bottles going clink clink as Pa stuck them in the sack. The fowls were fluffing in the dust and sun: that crook-neck white pullet Mumma said she would hit on the head if only she had the courage to; but she hadn't. ↗

— Patrick White

#children #fathers #fowls #mothers #recycling

I'm dreaming of a month of Sundays. ↗

— Steven Herrick

#month-of-sundays #dreams