Sentences with phrase «in times of despair»

Praise God even in times of despair.

While some couples cling to each other in times of despair, others simply give up.

You expect your insurer to pay for it; after all, what's the use of religiously paying for your monthly premiums if you can't use it in times of despair?

All of the main characters in the film are driven by their love of music, and we also see how they turn away from music in times of despair.

We are in times of despair, we know.

I don't need to share in other people's religion or spiritual beliefs to respect them and see how in so many cases it brings them so much strength and peace in times of despair.

She recalled a moment in time when she ran into a church in a time of despair and crisis and she called out to God and she waited.

I feel so honored to have won this contest, because I did spend a lot of time on it, and really, found it a very fulfilling creative outlet to focus on in a time of despair.

She's like, you know what, the baby looked hungry and exhausted, so she: «did what I hope any person would do for my child in a time of despair».

We help the people in time of despair and life difficulties.

nice to have a company that takes care of policy holders in their time of despair when a loved one is lost.

Not exact matches

Empathy can be a powerful antidote to despair, argues StoryCorps founder David Isay in this talk, where he recommends we all make time to deeply listen to the stories of others.

So next time you're about to despair because of how many hours your kid is staring at screens, take courage in the fact that science gives you an ironclad case for stepping in.

In other words, during times of despair, bonds are much more defensive.

Caught in a time warp of confusion and despair?

Such accounts of the previous generation's struggle to defend and advance authentic religious faith against the scientism, atheism, materialism, hedonism, and despair of the surrounding culture can do much to prepare and strengthen us for our struggles against similar forces in our time.

In regards to pluralism (the philosophical system), it is simply a product of the syncretism, synthesis, and despair that has resulted from the rise and dominance of existential philosophy (existentialism having given up on the quest for truth a long time ago).

In that wrenching time, ancient Israel faced the temptation of denial — the pretense that there had been no loss — and it faced the temptation of despair — the inability to see any way out.

Suffer as we must in a time that has already so ravaged the Christian spirit, we must resist the supreme temptation of despair and renounce every desperate effort to identify a broken and empty humanity as the sole fruit of grace.

I told him that I do get discouraged from time to time, that there are moments when I compare my blog stats to those of Mark Driscoll and Tim Challies and John Piper and Justin Taylor and I just want to slam my head against the table in despair.

At the same time, those who have understood their faith in terms of the New Deal or the more recent liberation movements are plunged into despair.

The reasons for the difficulty in answering what time is are several, including the paradoxes of being and non-being; the experiential and emotional weightiness of the subject (consider, for example, the temporal character of hope, despair, regret, satisfaction, and boredom); and the metaphysical centrality of time in understanding such things as substances, events, causation, and consciousness.

And, oh, when the hour - glass has run out, the hourglass of time, when the noise of worldliness is silenced, and the restless or the ineffectual busyness comes to an end, when everything is still about thee as it is in eternity — whether thou wast man or woman, rich or poor, dependent or independent, fortunate or unfortunate, whether thou didst bear the splendor of the crown in a lofty station, or didst bear only the labor and heat of the day in an inconspicuous lot; whether thy name shall be remembered as long as the world stands (and so was remembered as long as the world stood), or without a name thou didst cohere as nameless with the countless multitude; whether the glory which surrounded thee surpassed all human description, or the judgment passed upon thee was the most severe and dishonoring human judgement can pass — eternity asks of thee and of every individual among these million millions only one question, whether thou hast lived in despair or not, whether thou wast in despair in such a way that thou didst not know thou wast in despair, or in such a way that thou didst hiddenly carry this sickness in thine inward parts as thy gnawing secret, carry it under thy heart as the fruit of a sinful love, or in such a way that thou, a horror to others, didst rave in despair.

And here in the midst of the dark times of despair, the people of hope and love are doggedly frustratingly flickeringly relentlessly bright, I want to stand near that light in hopes my own candle ignites.

With classic terminology but with an emotional insistence not common in the earlier generations of New England Puritans, Cotton Mather preached that the only hope of reform from these various forms of wickedness was to be born again in Christ, to rise again, not with one's own strength but with his.8 As Mather began to despair that any general reformation of this sort would occur — it would not until Jonathan Edwards» Great Awakening of 1740, 12 years after Cotton Mather's death — he dwelt more and more on prophecies of the end of times.

He wrote, «Dear Child of God, I write these words because we all experience sadness, we all come at times to despair, and we all lose hope that the suffering in our lives and in the world will ever end.

And He does this, as Jesus reveals in John 14, through the Comforter, through the Holy Spirit, in our times of sorrow and despair.

What worries me instead is that she seems to have an alternative vision of the gospel that would, in time, turn Good News into bad, hope into despair, trust into anxiety, and love into fear — and this despite John's admonition that «there is no fear in love, for perfect love drives out fear.»

I live in secrecy In the deep moist banks of darkness depression and despair Always I sneak up on you I catch you off guard I come through the back door Uninvited unwanted The first to arrive I was there at the beginning of time With Father Adam, Mother Eve Brother Cain I was at the Tower of Babel the Slaughter of the Innocents MY NAME IS TOXIC SHAin secrecy In the deep moist banks of darkness depression and despair Always I sneak up on you I catch you off guard I come through the back door Uninvited unwanted The first to arrive I was there at the beginning of time With Father Adam, Mother Eve Brother Cain I was at the Tower of Babel the Slaughter of the Innocents MY NAME IS TOXIC SHAIn the deep moist banks of darkness depression and despair Always I sneak up on you I catch you off guard I come through the back door Uninvited unwanted The first to arrive I was there at the beginning of time With Father Adam, Mother Eve Brother Cain I was at the Tower of Babel the Slaughter of the Innocents MY NAME IS TOXIC SHAME

which would run through his mind a hundred times together, until one day out of breath with retorting, «I will not, I will not,» he impulsively said, «Let him go if he will,» and this loss of the battle kept him in despair for over a year.

In the anonymous Il convitato di pietra, from the 1650s, Juan's servant (now called Passarino) for the first time both produces the famous list of his master's conquests and cries out in despair for his wages when his master is taken to helIn the anonymous Il convitato di pietra, from the 1650s, Juan's servant (now called Passarino) for the first time both produces the famous list of his master's conquests and cries out in despair for his wages when his master is taken to helin despair for his wages when his master is taken to hell.

How many times, in reading the liturgy for the Holy Communion, I have felt both exultation and despair at the moment of the Sanctus: «Therefore with Angels and Archangels, and with all the company of heaven, we laud and magnify Thy glorious Name; evermore praising Thee, and saying: Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Saboath...» Exalted because, in this language, this place and time and company of momentary lives are interpreted and blessed within the scope of an eternal action of God, released from the tyranny of death and what Dylan Thomas has so movingly alluded to when he laments that

Otherwise, you moved very slowly, which meant you had time to look around and see the tired faces: the many mothers and fathers lining the walls, nursing babies, charging phones, calming a child in meltdown or rousing a child from the despair of just learning he has to go with his parents to another talk.

The use of the imagination in assisting us in living tout the future that is often so dim and conditioned by prophecies of loom and despair may well be the primary task of art and religion in ur time.

We live, as we all know, in an age characterized by neurosis: fear, frustration, schizophrenic social and individual lives, despair with regard to the future, hopelessness about the present — these are the marks of our time.

At the same time, the horror of hell, as real deprivation on the part of those who were loveless, because they could not love nor accept love, finds its parallel in the state of lovelessness and hence of utter despair, concerning which this psychology has so much to say.

But biblical writers have been so outspoken in expressing their despair, their abandonment by God, their emptiness, that their words have lent a voice to distressed Jews and Christians of all times.

During that time, I was in such a pit of despair.

Last week's brutal assassination of Shahbaz Bhatti, Pakistan's Minorities Minister and sole Christian Cabinet minister, has united his coreligionists in despair — not for the first time.

There have been times where I have wept in despair at the loss of my freedom and the terror of never getting better.

His sorrow, his concern, his despair, is selfish (like the dread of sin which at times almost frightens a man into sin) because it is self - love which would like to be proud of itself, like to be without sin — and consolation is what he is least in need of, wherefore also the prodigious quantity of consoling thoughts the physicians of the soul prescribe only make the sickness worse.

Above all, it is truer to our supreme responsibility, that of keeping ourselves facing in the direction of humanity and truth in times that tempt us to despair of everything but immediate pleasure.

Fidelity to the revelatory promise prevents our concluding that the present social order has already met all the demands of justice, and at the same time our hope in the promise delivers us from the temptation to despair of history's and society's possibilities.

The following passage, written at a time when it would have been quite «realistic» to despair of Israel's future, may serve to exemplify the trust to which the revelatory promise calls us, not least in situations of utter desperation:

The moment a time is set, or the type of expectation categorized, then we have an objective expectation which men may love or fear, for which they may wait in hope or despair, but which has retreated out of the range of their immediate experience as they wait for it as something to be experienced at some future time.

I don't know how many times I had one of the boys fall to the floor in despair because he couldn't wear his snow shoes in the hot summer or because their brother is wearing the Thomas the Train shirt that he wanted to wear that day.

I remember tears of frustration and pain and felt in despair at times.

As an obstetrician at a London teaching hospital, Dr Gowri Motha despaired of the number of times where her medical expertise was a last resort — being called in an emergency to perform invasive forceps deliveries on terrified mothers when a baby got «stuck» during a laborious labour.

And in those times of desperation and despair (or just annoyance), a grown - ass man steps up to the plate with a gentle shoulder rub and words of encouragement.

«This is not the time for retreat, indifference or despair; but the time to rise up in defence of what we believe — calmly, patiently, winning the argument by the force of argument; but without fear and with the conviction we act in the true interests of Britain.»