Offerings Quotes

“Gods are like people. They believe anything if you tell them right way.”
― James Clavell, Tai-Pan

“People will rather pass by the weak, the lame, the beggars, the orphans, the tormented, the widows and take their large offerings to church, to the man of God who already has a mansion and jets, what a shallow mindedness.”
― Sunday Adelaja, Create Your Own Net Worth

“The quality of your life hinges on your attitudes and offerings.”
― Bryant McGill, Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life

“Your Sacrifices Create The Run Way For Your Blessings, It Has To Be A Sacrifice From You To Attract God's Attention”
― Agu Jaachynma N.E.

“We nurture the highest in each other
without depleting granary of our offering
we pour ourselves out to make room
for the best is yet to come.”
― Nalini Priyadarshni, Doppelganger in My House

“Our gifts are very pleasant to Him. He loves to see us lay our time, our talents, our substance on the altar not for the value of what we give, but for the sake of the motive from which the gift springs.”
― Charles H. Spurgeon, Morning and Evening, Based on the English Standard Version

“In addition to legal assemblies such as the one at Thingvellir, major public rituals were part of the celebration of the three big festivals around which the Viking calendar turned. One of these was Winter Nights, which was held over several days during our month of October, which the Vikings considered to be the beginning of winter and of the new year generally. The boundary between the realm of the living and the realm of the dead was thin, and all sorts of uncanny things were bound to happen. At this festival, the divine powers were petitioned for the general prosperity of the people. The second critical festival was Yule at midwinter - late December and early January - Which, with the arrival of Christianity, was converted into Christmas. Offerings were made to the gods in hopes of being granted bountiful harvests in the coming growing season in return. The third major festival was called" Summer Time "(Sumarmál), and was held in April, which the Vikings considered to be the beginning of summer. When the deities were contacted during this festival, they were asked for success in the coming season's battles, raids, and trading expeditions. The exact time of these festivals differed between communities.”
― Daniel McCoy, The Viking Spirit: An Introduction to Norse Mythology and Religion

“Every gift opens a heavenly door to the giver.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“Somewhere someone is looking to find what you have to offer.”
― Louise Hay

“I spent most of the morning surveying the perimeter, wading in and out of the trees. I noted mushroom rings and unusual moss patterns, the folds in the land where flowers grew thick and the places where they slid from one color to another, and those trees which seemed darker and cruder than the others, as if they had drunk a substance other than water. An odd mist billowed from a little hollow cupped within the rugged ground; this I discovered to be a hot spring. Above it, upon a rocky ledge, were several wooden figurines, some half overgrown with moss. There was also a small pile of what I recognized as rock caramels, the salty-sweet Ljosland candies that several of the sailors had favored.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Treat your body like the altar that it is. Provide it with nourishment, offerings, love, attentive care, worship, etc.”
― Robin S. Baker

“Throw the offerings!"
Agnes and her husband had returned--- I could just make them out, clambering unsteadily down the hillside with their lanterns raised. In an act of ill-advised and entirely undeserved kindness, they had gathered up a handful of villagers to ride to the rescue of the idiot scholars who had tangled with the most fearsome of the local Folk, despite their warnings. A strangled sound escaped me, something between a sob and laugh.
"Get back!" Eichorn shouted at the villagers. Rose was clambering to his feet, wheezing, for the fauns had released him to snatch at the "offerings" tossed their way by the villagers. I would have expected bloody hunks of meat, but instead, ludicrously, they seemed to be throwing vegetables--- carrots and onions, predominantly.
How did it happen? The scene is a blur of noise and movement, to my memory. I believe I was laughing at the time--- yes, laughing. The image of those nightmarish beasts appeased by a hail of carrots was too much for my frayed composure, and for a moment it seemed this would become another story I told at conferences or to rouse a laugh from my students. For the Folk are terrible indeed, monsters or tyrants or both, but are they not also ridiculous? Whether they be violent beasts distracted by vegetables, or creatures powerful enough to spin straw into gold, which they will happily exchange for a simple necklace, or a great king overthrown by his own cloak, there is a thread of the absurd weaving through all faerie stories, to which the Folk themselves are utterly oblivious.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“... honor must precede honorariums.”
― Debora Hooper, Hooper's Evangelist and Minister's Handbook

“Where did Jesus’ ministry resources come from? The Scriptures give eight sources of possible income for the moneybag carried by Judas. The following Scriptures will show that Jesus never asked the synagogue congregants for free-will offerings. Nor do we see the synagogue leaders asking people to make offerings to Jesus. The custom in Jesus’ time involved charity and taking care of the needs of travelers including those who preached?”
― Frank Chase Jr, Kleptomaniac: Who's Really Robbing God Anyway?

“Offerings gleam beneath consecrated trees,
boulders, and caves where Kami nature spirits
minister to congregations of saki cans, lotus root,
and the glow of tangerines; still-lives silent as prayer.”
― Jalina Mhyana, The Wishing Bones

“You should continue to financially support your church and seek out ways to provide a blessing to others. Although tithing is an outdated practice not required by Christians, you should not stop giving and supporting your church. On the contrary, you should continue giving, but with the understanding that your offering is based on love and not from compulsion or fear of being cursed.”
― Terrence Jameson, The Tithing Conspiracy: Exposing the Lies & False Teachings About Tithing and the Prosperity Gospel

“Hata kama umetajirika kiasi gani mpe Mungu kipaumbele cha kwanza katika kila jambo unalofanya. Toa zaka na sadaka na jitolee katika mambo yote yanayompendeza Mungu.”
― Enock Maregesi

“And how do you plan on appeasing the spirits of the dead if you do go the land of the dead?"
Jimena looked at her strangely. Was she serious? "What do you mean?"
"You're going to their house. What do you have to offer them so they will let you leave?"
Jimena thought a long moment. What could the dead possibly want from her? And then she remembered her grandmother'soracionesfor her grandfather. "My prayers."
"Prayers?" Jimena could sense the woman's disappointment. "I remember a time when a blood sacrifice was made. People slaughtered the pride of their herds."
"I don't have any cattle or sheep," Jimena offered. "I live in the city."
The woman snorted. "No one really believes in the mythical world anymore. Once people poured libations for the dead."
"Libations?"
"Milk and honey, mellow wine, and water sprinkled with glistening barley. Prayers? Well, I guess that is a modern equivalent. I suppose prayers will have to do.”
― Lynne Ewing, Night Shade

“Finally, the nima returns to our plane." Wrong cannot be hidden. An outside spirit is insulted because Deh-ja made a mistake in one of her ancestor offerings.”
― Lisa See, The Tea Girl of Hummingbird Lane

“Mei reached into her pocket and took out another steamed egg cake, this one topped with a dark red date." How about a treat for the loyal guardian? "
ShiShi's fur bristled, and his tail became stiff and straight. "Absolutely not. I won't be fooled into accepting food from you."
"Fine, your loss." Mei took a bite. "Mmm. So delicious. I always thought guardians had a weakness for sweets."
"Or spirits." Liwei snickered. "Where do you think all those gourds of rice wine go when you leave them for your ancestors at the altar?”
― Elizabeth Lim, Reflection

“Because whatisan offering, really? what can human beings actually give to God? What can they give to each other even?....Laura Chance had placed ten percent of all she'd earned in this same blue box before offering it -- in the full faith that it would be accepted -- to her Lord. So now, just as faithfully, she'd placed a hundred percent of her husband in the same box. That was her answer to the questions. And I'm hard put to think of another that would do greater honor to her husband, her Lord or her little blue box.”
― David James Duncan, The Brothers K

“Numerous gifted objects; black granite
Etchings, carved statues, broken goddesses,
Inscriptions, pottery, jewelry, rough-hewn
Garnets, flowers, consecrated herbs, skulls,
Gold ornaments, weapons, prized artifacts;
Sacrifices, ancestors’ ageless prayers
Left with olden Father Thames. For them,
The sinuous streams were alive, full worlds
Of votive offerings inside murky depths,
Lifeblood pleas, observances thereafter
Troubles now vanished, solemn promises,
Treasures carefully bestowed upon
Spirits, watchful deities; faithfully
Invoking his ancient name Tamesas.”
― Ruth Ann Oskolkoff, The Bones of the Poor

“I spent most of the morning surveying the perimeter, wading in and out of the trees. I noted mushroom rings and unusual moss patterns, the folds in the land where flowers grew thick and the places where they slid from one color to another, and those trees which seemed darker and cruder than the others, as if they had drunk a substance other than water. An odd mist billowed from a little hollow cupped within the rugged ground; this I discovered to be a hot spring. Above it, upon a rocky ledge, were several wooden figurines, some half overgrown with moss. There was also a small pile of what I recognized as rock caramels, the slaty-sweet Ljosland candies that several of the sailors had favored.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“We can twist the fate of your world and bind its luck up with our will, but we cannot make anything of our own."
"Make?"
"In Fae, nothing grows. There is no ore hidden beneath our barren soil. We must ply whatever we would use from what we are given in trade. Some things--- silk, silver, bone--- we can work better than others." Her pale fingers moved against her hair; a sheer filament of silver wove a plait of her mist-colored hair from one temple to another. "This was spun from one of your pins."
Alaine leaned forward, looking closer. Wrought into the thread of metal were flowers and leaves, their minute veins and even dustings of pollen worked in silver. "Everything that you have is remade from our world?"
"Yes." She let the breeze stir her hair and her gown, and Alaine wondered what scrap of silk ribbon had been stretched and unspooled to a thin shadow of itself to produce the diaphanous cloud of pale blue surrounding the Fae woman, the wonder of it almost enough to make her forget the reason she had summoned the Fae.”
― Rowenna Miller, The Fairy Bargains of Prospect Hill

“Set the table, china fine
Acorn cup and dewdrop wine
Crumbs of cake, berries wild
High tea for Fae beguiled
--- Children's rhyme”
― Rowenna Miller, The Fairy Bargains of Prospect Hill

“Hidden behind a veil of velvet shadows pooling beneath low-hanging branches, Violet waited until Em had turned the corner of the path toward the sunlight, then collected the gifts. Wool black as night, glass like ice threaded on silk, and a jangle of pins the color of last autumn's leaves. She held each reverently, the potential of transformation shining in each. The girl had changed, her soft freckled face gaining the planes of an adult's and the sharp timbre of her laugh softening, transformed by the magic of the earthbound that couldn't touch Fae. But something of Fae remained in the girl-turned-woman, a thread binding them together as surely as blood might have. Violet smiled softly, pride in the girl she'd sent from Fae into her earthbound fate swelling like the bloom of magic.”
― Rowenna Miller, The Fairy Bargains of Prospect Hill

“For something sweet, delicious, and different, use a bowl of marshmallow fluff.”
― Kerri Connor, Ostara: Rituals, Recipes & Lore for the Spring Equinox