I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.

I have never thought that a Christian would be free of suffering, umfundisi. For our Lord suffered. And I come to believe that he suffered, not to save us from suffering, but to teach us how to bear suffering. For he knew that there is no life without suffering.

When a deep injury is done us, we never recover until we forgive.

Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die?... Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom.

There are voices crying what must be done, a hundred, a thousand voices. But what do they help if one seeks for counsel, for one cries this, and one cries that, and another cries something that is neither this nor that.

Sorrow is better than fear. Fear is a journey, a terrible journey. But, sorrow is at least an arriving.

Although nothing has come yet, something is here already.