At Christmas, I am always struck by how the spirit of togetherness lies also at the heart of the Christmas story. A young mother and a dutiful father with their baby were joined by poor shepherds and visitors from afar. They came with their gifts to worship the Christ child.

As for our great King, when we venture into His presence, let us have a purpose there. Let us beware of playing at praying; it is insolence toward God.

A man can no more diminish God’s glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, ‚darkness‘ on the walls of his cell.

India has 2,000,000 gods and worships them all. In religion, all other countries are paupers; India is the only millionaire.

I do not doubt that we would become more useful if we praised God more, and others would join us, for they would see that God has blessed us.

Changes and progress very rarely are gifts from above. They come out of struggles from below.

Books! I dunno if I ever told you this, but books are the greatest gift one person can give another.

Pfft, I hate Christmas Day. It’s for children and families. Not for people like me.

When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.

For my birthday I got a humidifier and a de-humidifier… I put them in the same room and let them fight it out.

There’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.

Too many of us now tend to worship self indulgence and consumption.

I’ve always wanted a baby.

Being no bigot myself to any mode of worship, I am disposed to endulge the professors of Christianity in the church, that road to heaven which to them shall seem the most direct plainest easiest and least liable to exception.

Christmas means a great deal to me. I was reared in a family that celebrated Christmas to some extent, but I married into a family that celebrated Christmas in a big way. And my wife always made a big thing of Christmas for the children. We have five children, and we had a terrific time at Christmas.

I think we’ve taken the meaning of Christmas out. People don’t stop and think about Jesus or the birth of Jesus. When they think of Christmas, they think of Santa Claus and – for the children, and they think of giving gifts and out-giving the next person of spending their time looking for the right thing for somebody who has everything.

Worship is transcendent wonder.

Christmas is joy, religious joy, an inner joy of light and peace.

I want to challenge you today to get out of your comfort zone. You have so much incredible potential on the inside. God has put gifts and talents in you that you probably don’t know anything about.

Men do not accept their prophets and slay them, but they love their martyrs and worship those whom they have tortured to death.

That’s the true spirit of Christmas; people being helped by people other than me.

I was one of the wildest Santa Clauses they ever had.

I serve God.

What I cry out for, like every being, with my whole life and all my earthly passion, is something very different from an equal to cherish: it is a God to adore.

Start your week off right by getting back to what is really important – honoring God.

Wonder is the basis of worship.

I’ve been saying for a couple of years now that people need to let God out of the Sunday morning box, that He doesn’t want to just be with you for an hour or two on Sunday morning and then put back in His box to sit there until you have an emergency, but He wants to invade your Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.

God never gives someone a gift they are not capable of receiving. If he gives us the gift of Christmas, it is because we all have the ability to understand and receive it.

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.

When you focus on how wonderful God is and all the great things He’s done… is doing… and even will do in your life, your natural response will be praise, adoration and awe. Don’t let yourself ever get used to it… stay amazed!

Democracy is also a form of worship. It is the worship of Jackals by Jackasses.

So long as men worship the Caesars and Napoleons, Caesars and Napoleons will duly arise and make them miserable.

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!

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

For many, Christmas is also a time for coming together. But for others, service will come first.

I ordered each man to be presented with something, as strings of ten or a dozen glass beads apiece, and thongs of leather, all which they estimated highly; those which came on board I directed should be fed with molasses.

I learned to walk as a baby, and I haven’t had a lesson since.

Machines are worshipped because they are beautiful and valued because they confer power; they are hated because they are hideous and loathed because they impose slavery.

My next baby will be my new record.

I believe that God has put gifts and talents and ability on the inside of every one of us. When you develop that and you believe in yourself and you believe that you’re a person of influence and a person of purpose, I believe you can rise up out of any situation.

We worship an awesome God in the Blue States, and we don’t like federal agents poking around our libraries in the Red States. We coach Little League in the Blue States and have gay friends in the Red States.

O, Thou precious Lord Jesus Christ, we do adore Thee with all our hearts. Thou art Lord of all.

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!

Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.

In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.

Christmas is the perfect time to celebrate the love of God and family and to create memories that will last forever. Jesus is God’s perfect, indescribable gift. The amazing thing is that not only are we able to receive this gift, but we are able to share it with others on Christmas and every other day of the year.

When we really worship anything, we love not only its clearness but its obscurity. We exult in its very invisibility.

Christmas is a season not only of rejoicing but of reflection.

I had my first baby at twenty-one.

I have been as sincere a worshipper of Aurora as the Greeks.

‚Tis love that makes the world go round, my baby.

Think of our physical sustenance. It is truly heaven-sent. The necessities of air, food, and water all come to us as gifts from a loving Heavenly Father.

I feel really blessed when people start comparing me with Sachin, but I keep myself focused on my performance and not on such comparisons. I literally worship him, so I don’t see too much in this comparison. No cricketer has been able to score one hundred centuries like Sachin.

The worship of the golden calf of old has found a new and heartless image in the cult of money and the dictatorship of an economy which is faceless and lacking any truly human goal.

The highest form of worship is the worship of unselfish Christian service. The greatest form of praise is the sound of consecrated feet seeking out the lost and helpless.

I like gifts. I like to give them and I like to get them.

Christmas is a tonic for our souls. It moves us to think of others rather than of ourselves. It directs our thoughts to giving.

Man’s only true happiness is to live in hope of something to be won by him. Reverence something to be worshipped by him, and love something to be cherished by him, forever.

The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour.

He who doesn’t pray to the Lord prays to the devil.

But with Christ, we have access in a one-to-one relationship, for, as in the Old Testament, it was more one of worship and awe, a vertical relationship. The New Testament, on the other hand, we look across at a Jesus who looks familiar, horizontal. The combination is what makes the Cross.