This is
the only kind of worship that transforms lives because it directs us toward the true and living Jesus!
Not exact matches
When we begin to learn this way, that God exists in this council structure with other divine beings that he calls gods, we begin to learn the
only true God and what
kind of a being we have got to
worship.»
If we
worship the Jesus that came down from heaven, He can
only us into His
kind of life —
of love and selfless living,
of obedience and trust in God.
I am sure they were
kind - hearted and loved the Lord deeply, but I wondered if what we were doing, whether we knew it or not, was
worshipping at the altar
of our American - defined ideal
of success,
only in the setting
of a local church.
Not
only does he know what
kind of woman she is, and not
only does He welcome her
worship of Him, He has just read Simon's thoughts.
There is
only one God — but that god is
kind of three enti / ties... Anyone who can
worship a trinity and insist their religion is monotheistic is capable
of believing anything, given the time to rationalize it.
The lesser
kinds of reverence have been noted
only in order that we may be quite clear that even in Catholic circles the term
worship is applied normally to God and none other, although it is important that we understand that by association with God and His presence and work, creatures are seen in the Christian tradition as worthy
of something even more remarkable than the respect for personality
of which democracy has spoken — they are worthy
of reverence which is religious in quality, reverence about which there is a mystery, just as in human personality itself there is a deep mystery by reason
of its being grounded in the mystery
of God.
For instance, even though the Church teaches that
only Christ should be
worshiped, that Christ is God and Mary is a creature, and that Christ is the
only Savior, you can still find some old Catholic women who grew up thinking that Mary is alongside Jesus, perhaps in some
kind of equal partnership.
There is so much for all
of us that hides Jesus from us — the church itself hides him, all the hoopla
of church with ministers as lost in the thick
of it as everybody else so that the holiness
of it somehow vanishes away to the point where services
of worship run the risk
of becoming
only a
kind of performance — on some Sundays better, on some Sundays worse — and
only on the rarest occasions does anything strike to the quick the way that little girl's cry did with every last person who heard her realizing that Jesus didn't show for any
of them — the mystery and miracle
of Jesus with all his extraordinary demands upon us, all his extraordinary promises.
Ernesto is Miguel's idol, but he can
only worship him at a makeshift shrine in his family's attic because his parents, and especially his shoe - wielding abuelita (Renée Victor) are militantly opposed to music
of any
kind.
Familiar characteristics that we know through her roles onscreen unavoidably add to her luster, and it's all come together miraculously, with the
kind of adoration and
worship reserved
only for directors like Woody Allen (way back when) or Paul Thomas Anderson.
It seems that this was not the
only one
of its
kinds, with several
of these pillars located in many ancient Incan ruins, although most were smashed by the Spanish Catholics who considered this sun
worship unholy.
Neither does the Bible, all the more so when it is trying to metaphorically convince me not
only of a fairy, but a cobalt blue fairy with peculiarly tinted wings, forcing me to also consider the sky blue fairy
of Judaism, the navy blue fairy
of Islam, the red fairies
of Hinduism, the purple fairies
of the Norse religion, the green fairies
of paganism, the rainbow - colored fairies
of ancestor
worship, all
of which are equally implausible and mutually exclusive alternative
kinds of fairies where we don't even have a single fairy
of any color trapped in a cage.