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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let not a libation of tears be the only offering at the shrine of Jesus; let us also rejoice with joy unspeakable. If we have need to lament our sin, how much more to rejoice at our pardon!

I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.

I had my first baby at twenty-one.

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.

My friend has a baby. I’m recording all the noises he makes so later I can ask him what he meant.

Stay active. Read the Word. Worship with other believers. Continue to give. Keep learning and growing. Your faith will be unleashed!

People don’t come to church for preachments, of course, but to daydream about God.

Wonder is the basis of worship.

Being part of a community with a church at its centre and singin‘ hymns is a great thing to do.

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

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

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.

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

What the mind doesn’t understand, it worships or fears.

When I was younger we had a grape arbor, and my mom would go out and pick grapes and make grape jam in the sink – boil it, put it in jars, and give it away as gifts.

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.

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

I absolutely adore Christmas.

The totalitarian world produces backwardness because it does such violence to the spirit, thwarting the human impulse to create, to enjoy, to worship.

I just think that it’s strong and it’s important that we recognize what the Christmas season is about; it’s about the birth of our Savior, and there’s a lot of pressure today to be politically correct, but people are realizing, too, that you have to be open to express your faith what you want believe.

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

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

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

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

It’s silly talking about how many years we will have to spend in the jungles of Vietnam when we could pave the whole country and put parking stripes on it and still be home by Christmas.

Thanks to my mother, not a single cardboard box has found its way back into society. We receive gifts in boxes from stores that went out of business twenty years ago.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.

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

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

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

Better than worshiping gods is obedience to the laws of righteousness.

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.

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.

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.

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

My next baby will be my new record.

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.

I’ve always wanted a baby.

When I cook for my family on Christmas, I make feijoada, a South American dish of roasted and smoked meats like ham, pork, beef, lamb, and bacon – all served with black beans and rice. It’s festive but different.

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!

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.

Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought, doesn’t come from a store.

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

Man, so long as he remains free, has no more constant and agonizing anxiety than find as quickly as possible someone to worship.

I like the idea of putting your Christmas wish list up and letting people share it.

Debt is part of the human condition. Civilization is based on exchanges – on gifts, trades, loans – and the revenges and insults that come when they are not paid back.

A good conscience is a continual Christmas.

Worship is transcendent wonder.