David Jeremiah Quotes

Every sacrament meeting ought to be a spiritual feast.

Wine cheers God and man.

As a practising Anglican I go to church on a Sunday.

Prayer in the sense of petition, asking for things, is a small part of it; confession and penitence are its threshold, adoration its sanctuary, the presence and vision and enjoyment of God its bread and wine.

Went to church and fasted all day.

To withhold our bodies from religion is to exclude religion from our lives.

I think its good to worship as a family but its also important to worship as an individual.

Once again decent citizens will be able to enter this house of worship, kneel down in front of a nearly-naked man hanging from a wooden apparatus by a series of gruesome body piercings, and engage in their bizarre practices of ritualized blood-drinking and cannibalism without being assaulted by graphic images of attractive young women with bare breasts.

So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart, to praise the Lord with feast and song in thankfulness of heart.

There warn't anybody at the church, except maybe a hog or two, for there warn't any lock on the door, and hogs likes a puncheon floor in summer-time because it's cool. If you notice, most folks don't go to church only when they've got to; but a hog is different.

I was going to go to church, but I decided to get doughnuts instead.

Still ours the dance, the feast, the glorious Psalm, The mystic lights of emblem, and the Word.

I have church on Sunday.” “Of course you do.” “You’re welcome to come along.” “Thanks, but I’m allergic to incense.” “That’s a shame.” “It’s the bane of my existence.” - Beth and Jake

I drank a bottle of wine for company. It was Chateau Margaux. It was pleasant to be drinking slowly and to be tasting the wine and to be drinking alone. A bottle of wine was good company.

I have long been convinced that the Christian Eucharist is but a continuation of the Eleusinian mysteries. St Paul, in using the word teleiois, almost confirms this.

It is an age of stir and change, a season of new wine and old bottles. Yet, assuredly, in spite of breakages and waste, a wine worth the drinking is all the time being made.

Wine has a drastic, an astringent taste. I cannot help wincing as I drink. Ascent of flowers, radiance and heat, are distilled here to a fiery, yellow liquid. Just behind my shoulder-blades some dry thing, wide-eyed, gently closes, gradually lulls itself to sleep. This is rapture. This is relief.

Drunks conjure an endless drama from their bottles.

I appeal now to the convictions of the communicants, and ask such persons whether they have not been occasionally conscious of a painful confusion of thought between the worship due to God and the commemoration due to Christ.

The question isn't 'Do we worship?' The question is 'Who (or what) do we worship?'

Prayer joined to sacrifice constitutes the most powerful force in human history.

A bottle of wine contains more philosophy than all the books in the world.

And what do you say of lovers of wine... they are glad of any pretext of drinking any wine

Prayer is a sincere, sensible, affectionate pouring out of the soul to God, through Christ, in the strength and assistance of the Spirit, for such things as God has promised.

I'm only a beer teetotaler, not a champagne teetotaler; I don't like beer.