The love of God is one of the great realities of the universe, a pillar upon which the hope of the world rests. But it is a personal, intimate thing too. God does not love populations, He loves people. He loves not masses, but men.

Whom God would use greatly He will hurt deeply.

Only the blood of Jesus can cleanse us, yet if we withhold ourselves from that blood, we will be unclean forever.

I accomplish more when I rest wholly in the labor of Jesus than I do when I frantically try to do the work for Him.

The problem of why God created the universe still troubles thinking men; but if we cannot know why, we can at least know that He did not bring His worlds into being to meet some unfulfilled need in Himself, as a man might build a house to shelter him against the winter cold or plant a field of corn to provide him with necessary food. The word 'necessary' is wholly foreign to God.

God never hurries. There are no deadlines against which he must work. Only to know this is to quiet our spirits and relax our nerves.

For this reason the gravest question before the Church is always God Himself, and the most portentous fact about any man is not what he at a given time may say or do, but what he is his deep heart conceives God to be like.