I don't wonder apostolic miracles have died. Apostolic living certainly has.

Love accepts the trying things of life without asking for explanations. It trusts and is at rest.

It is not the place where we are, or the work that we do or cannot do that matters, it is something else. It is the fire within that burns and shines, whatever be our circumstances.

If by doing some work which the undiscerning consider 'not spiritual work' I can best help others, and I inwardly rebel, thinking it is the spiritual for which I crave, when in truth it is the interesting and exciting, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

The only expenditure, and all its outworkings, for which God can be held to be responsible is that which He directs.

If Thy dear home be fuller, Lord, For that a little emptier. My house on earth, what rich rewards. That guerdon were.

Satan is so much more in earnest than we are--he buys up the opportunity while we are wondering how much it will cost.