It’s amazing to me the number of people who will volunteer to help at church but won’t lift a finger to help at home!

I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time.

I have much more support than most women around this world, and I have the financial means to have a home and help with care and food.

Never be the only one, except, possibly, in your own home.

There’s nothing more comfortable or leisurely than having a pair of Ugg slippers on in the house.

In our home there was always prayer – aloud, proud and unapologetic.

In the Church, and in the journey of faith, women have had and still have a special role in opening doors to the Lord.

No matter what, I always make it home for Christmas. I love to go to my Tennessee Mountain Home and invite all of my nieces and nephews and their spouses and kids and do what we all like to do – eat, laugh, trade presents and just enjoy each other… and sometimes I even dress up like Santa Claus!

To me, my house is always recreating what I lost in youth.

I’ve lived in a big showplace house, and I never want to live again in a house that overshadows me.

When my dad founded our church, he used either a globe or a map of the world behind him. It was symbolic of what Christ said: to go forth and preach hope to the world. We believe in the cross, but we just continued with the globe.

I was reared in the church, in the Presbyterian Church.

I have been into social work since 45 years, and at an average, every day for one or two hours, I have been engaging in social discourses. It is not a small thing.

One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.

Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.

I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.

I like to give back.

You can be committed to Church but not committed to Christ, but you cannot be committed to Christ and not committed to church.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do… but how much love we put in that action.

All leaders in the Lord’s Church are called by proper authority. No prophet or any other leader in this Church, for that matter, has ever called himself or herself. No prophet has ever been elected.

Inconsistency on the part of pastors and the faithful between what they say and what they do, between word and manner of life, is undermining the Church’s credibility.

I don’t mind saying, you know, that I don’t take a salary from the church, and God has blessed me with more money than I could imagine from my books.

I used to always sit in church looking out the windows at the boys, wondering if I could make an excuse to go out and, you know, go to the bathroom because all the outdoor toilets. But anyhow, I was only going out to see the boys.

Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who’ll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you’re in the wrong house, that’s what it means.

We are not cisterns made for hoarding, we are channels made for sharing.

Home is where you feel at home and are treated well.

I believe that of all the things I have done, exciting though many of them have been, there’s no doubt in my mind that the most worthwhile have been the establishing of schools and hospitals, and the rebuilding of monasteries in the mountains.

Make a habit of two things: to help; or at least to do no harm.

I say quite deliberately that the Christian religion, as organized in its Churches, has been and still is the principal enemy of moral progress in the world.

Instead of being just a church that welcomes and receives by keeping the doors open, let us try also to be a church that finds new roads, that is able to step outside itself and go to those who do not attend Mass, to those who have quit or are indifferent.

I don’t mind saying, you know, that I don’t take a salary from the church, and God has blessed me with more money than I could imagine from my books. It’s been printed all over, so I don’t feel like I am hiding anything.

The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home.

I mean in the South African case, many of those who were part of death squads would have been respectable members of their white community, people who went to church on Sunday, every Sunday.

I see the church as a field hospital after battle. It is useless to ask a seriously injured person if he has high cholesterol and about the level of his blood sugars. You have to heal his wounds. Then we can talk about everything else.

No other planet in the solar system is a suitable home for human beings; it’s this world or nothing. That’s a very powerful perception.

It’s always great to perform at home in the good ol‘ U.S.A.

Prayer is a strong wall and fortress of the church; it is a goodly Christian weapon.

Distance does not decide who is your brother and who is not. The church is going to have to become the conscience of the free market if it’s to have any meaning in this world – and stop being its apologist.

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

Anyone who is to find Christ must first find the church. How could anyone know where Christ is and what faith is in him unless he knew where his believers are?

Spiritual worldliness kills! It kills the soul! It kills the Church!

The people of God want pastors, not clergy acting like bureaucrats or government officials.

Women fight for democracy and engage in the world. But they shouldn’t try and be copying men and be masculine; they should anchor on the home and build on those fundamentals.

You tell me: Can you live crushed under the weight of the present? Without a memory of the past and without the desire to look ahead to the future by building something, a future, a family? Can you go on like this? This, to me, is the most urgent problem that the Church is facing.

They need help, and we have helped, and we are here to help. And we are helping, and we’re going to continue to help.

In a long meter hymn, a singer – they call it ‚lays out a line.‘ And then the whole church joins in in repeating that line. And they form a wall of harmony so tight, you can’t wedge a pin between it.

We lived in a tall, narrow Victorian house, which my parents had bought very cheaply during the war, when everyone thought London was going to be bombed flat. In fact, a V-2 rocket landed a few houses away from ours. I was away with my mother and sister at the time, but my father was in the house.

My children love Maleficent’s voice, so they always make me do it at home.

To gather with God’s people in united adoration of the Father is as necessary to the Christian life as prayer.

In our ecclesiastical region there are priests who don’t baptize the children of single mothers because they weren’t conceived in the sanctity of marriage. These are today’s hypocrites. Those who clericalize the church. Those who separate the people of God from salvation.

I tell myself every day I love my Jacuzzi, I love my marble floors, I love my high ceilings.

We cannot have communion with Christ till we are in union with Him; and we cannot have communion with the Church till we are in vital union with it.

Fans are my favorite thing in the world. I’ve never been the type of artist who has that line drawn between their friends and their fans. The line’s always been really blurred for me. I’ll hang out with them after the show. I’ll hang out with them before the show. If I see them in the mall, I’ll stand there and talk to them for 10 minutes.

I saw what the Depression was doing to my students. Often they could get no jobs, or jobs which were wholly inadequate. And through them, I began to understand how deeply political and economic events could affect men’s lives. I began to feel the need to participate more fully in the life of the community.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

In 1997, in Rich Dad, Poor Dad, I stated, ‚Your home is not an asset.‘ Real estate agents sent me hate mail.

We have to work harder to develop a profound theology of women within the church. The feminine genius is needed wherever we make important decisions.

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.

We need to avoid the spiritual sickness of a church that is wrapped up in its own world: when a church becomes like this, it grows sick.

Family home evening is more for the purpose of teaching values and gospel principles, displaying talents and enjoying different kinds of family fun and activities.

He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.