If a sudden jar can cause me to speak an impatient, unloving word, then I know nothing of Calvary love. For a cup brimful of sweet water cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, however suddenly jolted.

Joy is not gush. Joy is not mere jolliness. Joy is perfect acquiescence ~ acceptance, rest ~ in God’s will, whatever comes.

Thank God, He doesn't measure out grace in teaspoons.

Part of a soldier's duty is to fill gaps...one must be willing to be nothing, as something.

The saddest thing one meets is a nominal Christian. I had not seen it in Japan where missions is younger. The church here is a “field full of wheat and tares.

The saddest thing one meets is a nominal Christian.

When I consider the cross of Christ, how can anything that I do be called sacrifice?