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In the original language the terms ask, seek, and knock are/were intended to mean a continuous act versus a one-time act: Ask (and keep asking), and it will be given you. Seek (and keep seeking), and you will find. Knock (and keep knocking) and the door will be opened for you. For everyone who asks (and keeps on asking) receives.
Pseudo-Chrysostom: Lest perchance anyone considering how great is the difference between God and man, and weighing his own sins should despair of obtaining, and so never take in hand to ask; therefore He proposes a comparison of the relation between father and son; that should we despair because of our sins, we may hope because of God's ...
After turning down the last, he drowns in the flood. After his death, the man meets God and asks why he did not intervene. God responds that he sent all the would-be rescuers to the man's aid on the expectation he would accept the help, highlighting the axiom that God acts through humans and other earthly entities.
According to the Hebrew Bible, in the encounter of the burning bush (Exodus 3:14), Moses asks what he is to say to the Israelites when they ask what gods have sent him to them, and YHWH replies, "I am who I am", adding, "Say this to the people of Israel, 'I am has sent me to you. ' " [4] Despite this exchange, the Israelites are never written to have asked Moses for the name of God. [13]
And just as he realizes this, God arrives. After the crowd's initial shock over God's appearance (distinctly unlike traditional depictions of God), God offers the people the chance to ask one question. The crowd plans to ask the meaning of life or existence, but before anyone else can ask, Stan comes up and asks why he hasn't gotten his period ...
Trump said he does not ask God for forgiveness during a 2015 interview at the Family Leadership Summit. Now, Evangelicals for Harris are highlighting his statement in a new attack ad (C-Span)
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There was a dance that night. I dressed for the dance in, like, a sports jacket and tan pants — more like something I would have worn to services or something for temple. In my memory, it’s almost immediately: I walk through the door, and a friend of mine came up to me and said, “God, I’m so sorry about your brother.”