Eli Sunday Quotes

Dear Mr. Wedgewood, Welcome to the Flying Rose. I hope you have settled to sea comfortably. Your lot may improve in direct proportion to your willingness. I do look forward to more of your fare. Let me lay out my proposal: You will, of a Sunday, cook for me, and me alone, the finest supper. You will neither repeat a dish nor serve foods that are in the slightest degree mundane. In return I will continue to keep you alive and well, and we may discuss an improvement of your quarters after a time. Should you balk in any fashion you will find yourself swimming home, whole or in pieces, depending upon the severity of my disappointment. How does this strike you? In anticipation, Capt. Hannah Mabbot

Ten thousand men had come to attend solemn service, heads of the blocks, Kapos,functionaries of death. "Bless the Eternal. " The voice of the officiant had just made itself heard. I thought at first it was the wind. "Blessed be the Name of the Eternal!" Why, but why should I bless Him? in every fib er I rebelled. Because He had had thousands of children burned in His pits? Because He kept six crematories working night and day, on Sundays and feast days? Because in His great might He had created Auschwitz, Birkenau, Buna, and so many factories of death? How could I say to Him: "Blessed art thou, Eternal, Master of the Universe, Who chose us from among the races to be tortured day and night, to see our fathers, our mothers, our brothers, end in the crematory? Praised be Thy Holy Name, Thou Who hast chosen us to be butchered on Thine altar?" I heard the voice of the officiant rising up, powerful yet at the same time broken, amid the tears, sobs, the sighs of the whole congregation: "All the earth and the Universe are God's!" He kept stopping every moment, as though he did not have the strenght to find the meaning beneath the words. The melody choked in his throat. And I, mystic that I had been, I thought: "Yes, man is very strong, greater than God. When You were deceived by Adam and Eve, You drove them out of the Paradise. When Noah's generation displeased You, You brought down the Flood. When Sodom no longer found favour in Your eyes, You made the sky rain down fire and sulphur. But these men here, whom You have betrayed, whom You have allowed to be tortured, butchered, gassed, burned, what do they do? They pray before You! They praise Your name!" "All creation bears witness to the Greatness of God

It should be known that for someone like me, each marble added to my jar felt as if it weighed ten pounds, its impact so much greater for me than someone who already had lots of marbles in their jar. One more marble in their jar would not be noticed so much. But one marble rolling around and clinking against the glass walls of an empty jar resounded like cathedral bells on a Sunday morning.

Saturday morning Eli called Max at the Mayflower Hotel, where we were residing, and told him that Father had died in the morning hours. Of course, we returned home on Saturday and on Sunday, May 6, 1948 was Father's funeral. He had been so interested in the deliberations at the U.N., before the Declaration of Independence of the State of Israel, which occurred on May 15, 1948, about nine days after his death. Father was buried on the Stadler family plot, on Mount Hebron Cemetery in Queens, where my Mother's parents (my grandparents) and her brothers rest in peace. Mother survived Father by 23 years; she was laid to rest, next to him, in 1971.

It was an honor meeting you, Ridley,” Eli said. “I really enjoyed getting to know you on Sunday. I’ve never had such a connection with a woman before—I feel like I really taught you a lot.” Jackson looked at his brother in confusion. What the hell was Eli doing? Was he saying goodbye? Was he giving up? “Me too!” Ridley was staring at Eli and the sound of her voice drew Jackson’s attention. “I remember everything you told me.” Eli nodded at her. “Sorry to interrupt your touching reunion, but we have to go.” Moreno prodded Ridley in the head with the gun and she flinched. “Now!” “Okay. I just wanted to say goodbye,” Ridley stammered. “Well, say it and then move!” Ridley’s eyes met Jackson’s. For a moment, it could have been just the two of them in the room. There were so many things he wanted to say. It’s going to be okay. I’m sorry I didn’t believe in you. I love you. But he couldn’t say anything. All he could do was watch helplessly as she inched backward until Moreno put his arm around her neck again. As he tugged her backward toward the door, she looked at him and said, “Goodbye.” Then she dropped to the ground.

Do you know what happens if you cut grass? You’re not going to get rid of it; you’re going to make it grow. That’s why John the Baptist, preaching on repentance in Luke 3:9 and Matthew 3:10, said you need to lay the “axe to the ROOT.” It’s kind of like chopping off a branch: all you’ve done is, you’ve pruned it! You haven’t chopped the tree down–you’ve made it stronger. That’s why people who try to get rid of their habits by only dealing with the habit instead of the root, end up having worse problems.  They’re just cutting the grass. They come every Sunday, they come once a week, and they’re just “cutting the grass.

to flow? Imagine sun shafts. How they connect earth to the sky. The hush of a moonbeam and the steadfastness of Owl. Celebrating the joy of Eli. All these, I tell you, are sacred. Think on these things and you will know how to place your feet.” “I don’t know the way.” “I am with you.” A movement startled Lily. Out of the mist, Owl hooted himself in and settled on his rafter. “I’m up,” Lily said aloud. “But first, I must tell the bees.” Owl hoo-hooted. Lily picked up Sunday. The two left Old Man Farley’s shack with Owl circling behind them. Chapter 45 Spring refused to show itself on Turtleback.