My goal is GOD HIMSELF. Not joy, not peace, not even blessing but HIMSELF...my GOD.
Leonard RavenhillRead
I'm sick and tired of (only) reading about church history; let's make (some) by the grace of God
Interpretation
The quote encourages active participation in faith rather than merely studying its history.
Leonard Ravenhill emphasizes the importance of living out one's beliefs and creating a meaningful impact in the present rather than being a passive observer of church history. He calls for action and a dedication to faith that is transformative, encouraging individuals to make their own contributions to the narrative of faith through God's grace.
In practice
In a motivational speech about community service.
My goal is GOD HIMSELF. Not joy, not peace, not even blessing but HIMSELF...my GOD.
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I was not naturally talented. I didn't sing, dance or act, though working around that minor detail made me inventive.
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