“When I look at Jesus' warm and intimate friendships, my heart fills with praise that Jesus was. . . a man. A man of flesh-and-blood reality. His heart felt the sting of sympathy. His eyes glowed with tenderness. His arms embraced. His lips smiled. His hands touched. Jesus was male! Jesus invites us to relate to him as the Son of Man. And because he is fully man, we can relate to Jesus with affection and love.” MenLooksHeartHandsRealityEyeJesusFeltChristianityBloodSonArmsMy HeartAnd LovePraiseMalesLipsAffectionWarmFleshRelateIntimateHis EyesTouchedInvitesTendernessFlesh And BloodChristian LoveHeart Felt Author:Joni Eareckson Tada
“Filming in Africa touched something really deep inside of me, really. It changed my matrix, my insides. My blood even feels kinda different. I don't know how to describe it. It's really kind of Eucharistic. I feel like I ate the place and now it's part of my system, part of my being. I'm not claiming that now I know what it's like to be African, but that now I have a deeper understanding of myself.” KnowsFeelsKindDifferentUnderstandingKnow HowBloodChangedDeeperTouchedDeep InsideReally DeepEucharisticDeeper Understanding Author:Forest Whitaker
“Passion such as hers is all consent, asking little in return. I had merely to enter a room where she was to see her face take on that peaceful expression of one who is resting in bed. If I touched her, I had the impression that all the blood in her veins was turning to honey.” IfsLittlesFacesPassionRoomsBloodExpressionReturnBedAskingImpressionPeacefulTouchedHoneyConsentVeins Author:Marguerite Yourcenar
“And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking into these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!” HeartDoeMadeDreamEyeCoursesBloodFansTearsDearWarmTinyVainFlamesHis EyesTouchedSparksDreamerVeinsDeceivedReviveChilled Author:Fyodor Dostoevsky
“I knew, even as we touched that I had never wanted anything more in all my life. All my crabbed cravings were as a cupful of pond water beside the vast ocean of longing I felt surging through me. My head swam; my eyes blurred. I burned from the inside out as if my blood and bones were consumed with liquid fire.” IfsEyeWantedFeltWaterFireBloodOceanLongingBonesTouchedBurnedCravingConsumedLiquidPondsVast Ocean Author:Stephen R. Lawhead