Sentences with phrase «evening call to prayer»

Channel 4 plans to show the Muslim morning and evening call to prayer every day during Ramadan, it has announced.

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Christians might be better served looking to Christ for an example and examining their own lives for what their faith calls sin, rather than wasting time chasing the sin of others, even if only in prayer.

(Matthew 6:8) Prayer was not begging a reluctant deity for his best gifts, as though he were an unjust judge or a surly neighbor in bed with his children unwilling to arise and answer a call for help — although if patience in prayer could accomplish its end even in such cases, how much more with the righteous and mercifuPrayer was not begging a reluctant deity for his best gifts, as though he were an unjust judge or a surly neighbor in bed with his children unwilling to arise and answer a call for help — although if patience in prayer could accomplish its end even in such cases, how much more with the righteous and mercifuprayer could accomplish its end even in such cases, how much more with the righteous and merciful God!

President Obama says there is nothing more beautiful than the Muslim Call to prayer in the evening and has quoted it in fluent Arabic with perfect accent.

Then I heard the two strange sounds I still associate with evenings in Igbaja: first, fruit bats pinging in the dense mango trees overhead, and then, from the big mosque in the center of town, the distorted hiss and crackle of the recorded muezzin, calling the Muslim faithful to evening prayer and» I couldn't help thinking» if necessary, to holy war.

It is therefore a great mistake to discuss the prayer life of Jesus, to speak of him as a praying man, to call him the greatest man of prayer in history; even historically one has no right to do this.

And as for that annoying call to prayer, why should a vastly Christian or even secular society be forced to endure that horrible sound, and why can't the Muslims find a way to do it that does not impede on my right not to have to hear it.

It should be as the prayer says, «I take from your hands my illness and all I have to suffer; and when you call me at last, I will accept even my death from you to make up for my sins.»

As a result, there was even a short - lived British organisation called the Wayside Cross Society, aiming to promote their erection both as memorials and places of prayer.

He says that Catholic artists are no longer producing life - giving images of God, that Church people are themselves admitting that even in their rare moments of prayer they can not evoke the image of God nor call on his name (because these are inextricably linked with transcendence) and that many of the Church's own radical prophets and seers have witnessed to the death of God and to the fact that we can speak of God only when we speak of Christ.

How many of us have even thought that we may be called to contemplative or even mystical prayer?

So even though prayer is not mentioned, we can be sure that the Israelites were calling out to God in prayer and fasting.

This act is prayer, by which term I understand no vain exercise of words, no mere repetition of certain sacred formulæ, but the very movement itself of the soul, putting itself in a personal relation of contact with the mysterious power of which it feels the presence — it may be even before it has a name by which to call it.

«Apostle Chairman, it is my prayer that he who called you and has sustained you till date, will, even in your retirement continue to grant you sufficient grace to serve humanity in other capacities.»

We also pipe in sounds and smells: the call to prayer in Arabic, diesel fumes, even the body odor of the guy next to him.

For years, Oma rang the bells every day to call the farmers in from the fields for Mittag Essen (the midday meal); every evening for prayer; and every Sunday morning for church service.

And here's the thing: while I think none of us would have asked a man like O'Reilly for the sheer volume of selfhood that musical artist and writer Amanda Palmer brought to her pivotal keynote address at the Muse this weekend in Boston, I can tell you that a lot of TOC folks — even business - side operatives, not artists — thought that in this man O'Reilly we were seeing what the critic James Wood (also in Boston) has reminded us Walter Benjamin quoted Nicolas Malebranch to call «the natural prayer of the soul»: attentiveness.

I might even still be groaning about the vegetable dealers who come down the street at three in the morning with their noisy, horse - drawn wagons, or the neighborhood mullah, who warbles out his long, mournful call to prayer at four - thirty.

You're probably best off entering the site through the text - based list of recordings, where 40 soundscapes await you, ranging from the bell on the No. 73 bus, through evening birds in Abbney Park Cemetery, and on to a Muslim call to prayer at the East London Mosque while a helicopter lands at the nearby heliport.