“...why do people venerate Einstein or Bill Gates? Clive Bell explains: Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age....”
“The noise around us determines how we speak. And how we listen. Just as a conversation suffers in a war zone, art suffers in a culture built on noise. So does our enjoyment of it.”
“...I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I d have no art...”
“You say we worship the sun; so do you.”
“If the Cross is God’s masterpiece of His love, then the Eucharist is the centerpiece of our worship.”
“the heart of worship is all about living a life yielded to God in every possible way.”
“If Jesus is not the focus, the worship is bogus.”
“All people that on earth do dwell sing to the Lord with cheerful voice Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell come ye before him and rejoice”
“We were so created to worship God that it is probably embedded in our spiritual DNA itself!”
“A worshipping Church or a prayer group is a magnet that draws the Lord and His people to connect with each other!”
“The heart of a worshipper is a heart arrested and set free by the love of God.”
“God is not an audiophile demanding the best possible stage sound.”
“This wasn t a legalistic play. He simply wanted more and more of God.”
“Setting fire to the roofs, getting away with the loot, suiting herself. She studied modern philosophy, read Sartre on the side, smoked Gitanes, and cultivated a look of bored contempt. But inwardly, she was seething with unfocused excitement, and looking for someone to worship.”
“Men started praying to you, begging for a taste. That legend of yours spiraled out of control. You gave the people hope. They were told you were all they ever needed.”
“That girl has done things to your head. He pats my back, Don’t pretend she’s not crawling inside of yours.”
“There is a glimmer of metal that wavers between his thighs. He turns to face me. The balls of his large gauge nipple rings catch my eye as they glint in the light of the room. But, it is the tintinabular rings below that cause my eyes to descend to his shining metallic beacon of love. I feel my jaw slightly drop open and a small puff of air escapes over my lips. I am wildly transfixed. What is that? What will he do with it? I nervously wonder without a solution. He moves toward me with the sound of pockets full of change, and I know my life will never be the same.”