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“A sentimentalist is one who delights to have high and devout emotions stirred whilst reading in an arm-chair, or in a prayer meeting, but he never translates his emotions into action. Consequently a sentimentalist is usually callous, self-centred and selfish, because the emotions he likes to have stirred do not cost him anything.”

Quote by Oswald Chambers

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The Quotable Oswald Chambers

This book compiles a selection of quotes from the works of Oswald Chambers, offering readers a glimpse into his deep theological understanding and his ability to convey spiritual truths in concise and impactful statements. The quotes are drawn from his various publications, including his popular devotional, 'My Utmost for His Highest,' and other writings, providing a rich resource for reflection and inspiration for individuals seeking spiritual growth and guidance. more

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Oswald Chambers
Oswald Chambers

Oswald Chambers (July 24, 1874 – November 15, 1917) was a Scottish Christian minister, teacher, and writer, best known for his devotional classic 'My Utmost for His Highest'. Born in Aberdeen, he studied art in London before feeling called to ministry. He taught at the Bible Training College in London and served as a YMCA chaplain to British soldiers in Egypt during World War I, where he died of complications from appendicitis. His works, compiled posthumously by his wife Gertrude, have inspired millions worldwide. more

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