The Knowledge of the Holy

by A.W. Tozer

The man who comes to a right belief about God is relieved of ten thousand temporal problems,

an idol of the mind is as offensive to God as an idol of the hand.

Only to sit and think of God, Oh what a joy it is! To think the thought, to breath the Name Earth has no higher bliss.

We can never know who or what we are till we know at least something of what God is.

As a sunbeam perishes when cut off from the sun, so man apart from God would pass back into the void of nothingness from which he first leaped at the creative call.

In God no change is possible; in men change is impossible to escape.

Omar the tentmaker was one who sang with pathos and humor of mutation and mortality, the twin diseases that afflict mankind. “Don’t slap that clay around so roughly,” he exhorts the potter, “that may be your grandfather’s dust you make so free with”. “When you lift the cup to drink red wine,” he reminds the reveler, “you may be kissing the lips of some beauty dead long ago.”