The poverty in the West is a different kind of poverty—it is not only a poverty of loneliness but also of spirituality. There’s a hunger for love, as there is a hunger for God.
Life lived in the absence of the psychedelic experience upon which primordial shamanism is based is life trivialized, life denied, life enslaved to the ego.
What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.
To deprive a man of his natural liberty and to deny to him the ordinary amenities of life is worse then starving the body; it is starvation of the soul, the dweller in the body.
When the female voice is repressed and stifled, the entire community can easily find themselves cut off from the sacred feminine, depriving themselves of the full image of god.
A semi-starved nation can have neither religion nor art nor organization.
May those who enjoy the faithful ministry of the Word feel exceedingly thankful for it. There are few blessings on Earth greater for a believer; and yet the Lord is frequently obliged to teach us the value of this blessing by depriving us of it for a season.
Far too many young people today have no spiritual roots. The've been deprived of values by an agnostic, contemporary culture.
Natural man’s sin is precisely this: He wants the benefits of God without God Himself.
To be prayerless is to be without God, without Christ, without grace, without hope, and without heaven.
For as long as human beings are forced to live in a system that at every turn impedes the fulfillment of their basic human needs - not only for love but for creative and spiritual expression - they will try to compensate for this in other ways, including the compulsive acquisition of ever more material goods.
Too many Christians are stuffing themselves with gospel blessings while millions have never had a taste.
The fundamental loss of a desire for God is the heart of original sin.
Some of us are like the Dead Sea, always taking in but never giving out, because we are not rightly related to the Lord Jesus.
Genius of a kind has always been with me; an empty heart that has taken on a certain wooden quality; an excellent, strong woman's body and a pitiably starved soul.
Or maybe I’d lost my soul already. I doubted God let someone like me keep any gift from him. It was highly likely I’d been born without one.
We have mistaken the nature of poverty, and thought it was economic poverty. No, it is poverty of soul, deprivation of God's recreating, loving peace.
Can you think of anything worse one can do to anybody than take away their worship?
