These days we have a great deal of social support on the internet, and can
confess doubt anonymously and find like - minded people.
We humbly
confessed our doubts, our shortcomings, our fears, and our questions.
Of course I am aware that there are other Christian theological traditions than the radical Augustinian, most notably the Thomist, but
I confess my doubts as to whether natural law can withstand the depreciation of the political.
Jesus healed his son even though
he confessed doubts.
In Hyperallergic, she humorously
confesses her doubts & fears while simultaneously making insightful comments about being an artist in today's world.
Not exact matches
«J. N. D. Kelly in his commentary on 2 Peter
confesses that «scarcely anyone nowadays
doubts that 2 Peter is pseudonymous.»
I am a Christian because Christianity gives me the language to lament and to
doubt, «to
confess the ugly realities» as Austin said — from the violence I observe in the world and in my heart to «to the sin of white America» which Emily Scott described as the attempt «to still the voice of a whole people and keep them from singing.»
Jesus wants a self -
confessed criminal guilty of a capital crime, who is dying on the cross next to him, to be in no
doubt that he will shortly be receiving the ultimate VIP welcome.
Calvin understood that
doubt was a part of the faith experience, because human nature itself finds ideas about God and His goodness so outside of what we can understand: «For unbelief is so deeply rooted in our hearts, and we are so inclined to it, that not without hard struggle is each one able to persuade himself of what all
confess with the mouth: namely, that God is faithful.»
Now the Holy Spirit can water it and convince Yuval to
confess in the words of
Doubting Thomas when he beheld the risen Jesus: «My Lord and my God» (John 20:28).
I appreciate David's blog because he gives voice so many times to
doubts / questions that I don't always have the courage to
confess.
Whenever I was in a room surrounded by people — you know, friends, family, strangers, etc. — who all
confess to completely understanding the «Good News» (and I feel like I'm always in a room like that),
doubt made me feel what I imagine Sarah Palin would feel in a room full of political science professors: like an hors d'oeuvre.
The person who
confesses «that his view is conditioned by the standpoint he occupies» is not required to «
doubt the reality of what he sees,» wrote Niebuhr; and the person who knows that «his concepts are not universal» is not required to
doubt that they are, nevertheless, «concepts of the universal.»
I
confess that even if it were possible I should not wish to have free choice given me,... by which I might strive toward salvation... I should be unable to stand firm... Even if I lived and worked to eternity, my conscience would never be assured... There would always remain an anxious
doubt whether it pleased God.
Although, I
confess, I have never actually ATTEMPTED to make fried doughnuts, I
doubt that me and a pot of hot oil are a good combination under any circumstance.
I must
confess that I
doubt if nosa is an Arsenal fan.
He
confessed to having
doubts about pushing forward for his goal because he felt pain in his adductor muscle and feared an injury.
That said, because she's
confessing this anonymously through a Whisper confession, and she says it's a secret wish, we
doubt she'd ever tell her husband that this is what she wants.
The homeowner
confessed to stealing the phone — no
doubt baffled as to how the police had known exactly how to find him.
Near the end of his life Italian horror maestro Mario Bava
confessed to the magazine L'espresso, «In my entire career, I made only big bullshits, no
doubt about that... I'm just a craftsman.
I love Del Toro talking about Hitch's rarely - discussed masterpiece I
Confess and the utter lack of decency in Frenzy — and I love the focus that these luminaries attach to the fetishistic aspects of Hitchcock's work, such as the eyeless corpse of The Birds, or the legs and feet of Strangers on a Train and Shadow of a
Doubt.
I must
confess to not being overly familiar with the music of the Grateful Dead, but after having seen this cinematic ode to them, there's no
doubt it's a must - see for any Deadhead.
Olivier's character becomes more complex in this revival than it was at the time, because of the restoration of a key scene, cut by censors, in which he and Tony Curtis share a bath together, and he
confesses, «I like both oysters and snails,» leaving little
doubt where either is to be found as far as he is concerned.
But it's got to be the right red — not too pink, not too burgundy, definitely not too orange — and I
confess to having one or two moments of
doubt before my 370Z rocked up last July.
I would also
confess a little
doubt on Universal American.
I would make it clear if you do or don't believe her, as she may well
confess if you express your
doubts.
I
confess that I have a very small niggling
doubt at the back of my mind about this promotion... and here's why:
So far, it seems worth it, although I
confess to the occasional
doubt.
I can
confess that at the beginning, I had
doubts that you could crowdsource design.
Even with her love for music, she
confessed that she did have
doubts about joining Eagle Regiment.