Oswald Chambers Quotes

Ordinarily when a man in difficulty turns to prayer, he has already tried every other means of escape.

I've heard people say that God is the gift of desperation, and there's a lot to be said for having really reached a bottom where you've run out of any more good ideas or plans for everybody else's behavior; or how to save and fix and rescue; or just get out of a huge mess, possibly of your own creation.

Dear Pope, send me some hope or a rope.

Only a god can save us.

The people of our city are holding on by a thread. Time has run out. Can we survive another night? And who can we depend on? Only God knows.

I got to that desperate place where nobody could help me but God.

Prayer begins where our power ends.

Dear Jesus, do something.

When things get bad enough, your only resort is to lie in bed and start praying.

Unfortunates, who ought to begin with God, do not have any hope in him till they have exhausted all other means of deliverance.

When every hope is gone, 'when helpers fail and comforts flee,' I find that help arrives somehow, from I know not where. Supplication, worship, prayer are no superstition; they are acts more real than the acts of eating, drinking, sitting or walking. It is no exaggeration to say that they alone are real, all else is unreal.

Dear God...I have always been a good girl. Maybe you can give me a sign letting me know what is happening to me.

God, if You don't help me, I'm going to die.

We should still pray. We have no other authority but to pray.

I pray because I can't help myself. I pray because I'm helpless. I pray because the need flows out of me all the time- waking and sleeping. It doesn't change God- it changes me.

If I've learned anything about prayer, it's that desperation drives discipline.

I'm a hopeless prayer. I think somewhere in there I spend a great deal of time at it.

Prayer begins where human capacity ends.

When a man is at his wits' end it is not a cowardly thing to pray, it is the only way he can get in touch with Reality.

I have been driven many times to my knees by the overpowering conviction that I had no where else to go. My own wisdom and that of all about me seemed insufficient for the day

God Help America!

Oh my God. My God. It’s all over.

Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lost–a heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.

It's exactly at these moments, when all hope has vanished, that prayer has dominion.

At such times, the heart of man turns instictively towards his Maker. In prosperity, and whenever there is nothing to injure or make him afraid, he remembers Him not, and is ready to defy Him; but place him in the midst of dangers, cut him off from human aid, let the grave open before him, then it is, in the time of his tribulation, that the scoffer and unbelieving man turns to God for help, feeling there is no other hope, or refuge, or safety, save in his protecting arm.