I did not ask for success; I asked for wonder.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHELI did not ask for success; I asked for wonder.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHELIn the midst of our applauding the feats of civilization, the Bible flings itself like a knife slashing our complacency; remind us that God, too, has a voice in history.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHELIn the second way he sees in what surrounds him things to be acknowledged, understood, valued or admired.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHELWhen religion speaks only in the name of authority rather than with the voice of compassion, its message becomes meaningless.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHELTo pray is to take notice of the wonder, to regain a sense of the mystery that animates all beings, the divine margin in all attainments.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHELIt’s silence remains unbroken; no words can carry it away. Sometimes we wish the world could cry and tell us about that which made it pregnant with fear–filling grandeur.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHELFaith opens our hearts for the entrance of the holy. It is almost as though God were thinking for us.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHELThe liturgical movement must become a revolutionary movement seeking to overthrow the forces that continue to destroy the promise, the hope, the vision.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHELPrayer is our humble answer to the inconceivable surprise of living.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHELIndifference to evil is more insidious than evil itself. It is a silent justification affording evil acceptability in society.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHELAwareness of the divine begins with wonder.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHELWhen faith becomes an heirloom rather than a living fountain; when religion speaks only in the name of authority rather than with the voice of compassion, its message becomes meaningless.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHELI am still so surprised! That is why I am against it. We must learn to be surprised.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHELEvery little deed counts.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHELCelebration is a confrontation, giving attention to the transcendent meaning of one’s actions.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHELEven without words, our march was worship. I felt my legs were praying.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHEL