There is always something to be happy about if we look for it: ‘Two men looked through prison bars, The one saw mud, the other stars.'

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

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

God Hold us to that which drew us first, when the Cross was the attraction, and we wanted nothing else.

We knew our Father. There was no need for persuasion. Would not His Fatherliness be longing to give us our hearts' desire (if I may put it so)? How could we press Him as though He were not our own most loving Father?

We stand, when we are young, on the sunny slope among the pines, and look across an unknown country to the mountains. There are clouds, but they are edged with light. We do not fear as we dip into the valley; we do not fear the clouds. Thank God for the splendid fearlessness of youth. And as for older travelers whom the Lord has led over the hill and the dale, they have not been given the spirit of fear. They think of the way they have come since they stood on that bright hillside, and their word is always this: There are reasons and reasons for hope and for happiness, and never one for fear.

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