The apostolic church thought more about the Second Coming of Jesus Christ than about death and heaven. The early Christians were looking, not for a cleft in the ground called a grave but for a cleavage in the sky called Glory.

Seek to cultivate a buoyant, joyous sense of the crowded kindnesses of God in your daily life.

The grave has a door on its inner side.

The hand that holds the seven stars is as loving as the hand that was laid in blessing upon the little children; the face that is as the sun shining in its strength beams with as much love as when it drew publicans and harlots to His feet. The breast that is girt with the golden girdle is the same breast upon which John leaned his happy head.

Every life has dark tracts and long stretches of somber tint, and no representation is true to fact which dips its pencil only in light, and flings no shadows on the canvas.

Embrace in one act the two truths-thine own sin, and God's infinite mercy in Jesus Christ.

You cannot put patience and experience into a parenthesis, and, omitting them, bring hope out of tribulation.