We fear extremes and shy away from too much ardor in religion as if it were possible to have too much love or too much faith or too much holiness.

The gravest question any of us face is whether we do or do not love the Lord.

In coming to Christ we don't bring our old life up to a higher plane; we leave it at the cross.

I am Thy servant to do Thy will, and that will is sweeter to me than position or riches or fame, and I choose it above all things on Earth or in Heaven.

Our identification with Christ should be that whatever He is we also want to become.

The moment the Spirit has quickened us to life in regeneration our whole being senses its kinship to God and leaps up in joyous recognition. That is the heavenly birth without which we cannot see the Kingdom of God. It is, however, not an end but an inception, for now begins the glorious pursuit, the heart's happy exploration of the infinite riches of the Godhead.

To men and women everywhere Jesus says, "Come unto me, and I will give you rest." The rest He offers is the rest of meekness, the blessed relief which comes when we accept ourselves for what we are and cease to pretend.