An honest man is strange when he is among dishonest men, but it is a good kind of strangeness.

One of the purest souls ever to live on this fallen planet was Nicholas Herman, known as Brother Lawrence. He wrote very little, but what he wrote has seemed to several generations of Christians to be so rare and so beautiful as to deserve a place near the top among the world's great books of devotion. The writings of Brother Lawrence are the ultimate in simplicity; ideas woven like costly threads to make a pattern of great beauty.

Only after all the noise has spent itself do we begin to hear in the silence of our heart, the still, small, mighty voice of God.

The key to prayer is simply praying.

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.

Has it ever occurred to you that one hundred pianos all tuned to the same fork are automatically tuned to each other? They are of one accord by being tuned, not to each other, but to another standard to which each one must individually bow. So one hundred worshipers met together, each one looking away to Christ, are in heart nearer to each other than they could possibly be, were they to become 'unity' conscious and turn their eyes away from God to strive for closer fellowship.

The man who remains in his sin will be damned just as surely as the sun comes up in the east and goes down in the west.