If I fear to hold another to the highest goal because it is so much easier to avoid doing so, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

We profess to be strangers and pilgrims, seeking after a country of our own, yet we settle down in the most un-stranger-like fashion, exactly as if we were quite at home and meant to stay as long as we could. I don't wonder apostolic miracles have died. Apostolic living certainly has.

If you would live in victory . . . you must refuse to be dominated by the seen and the felt.

Do not fight the thing in detail: turn from it. Look ONLY at your Lord. Sing. Read. Work.

I wish thy way. And when in me myself should rise, and long for something otherwise, Then Lord, take sword and spear And slay.

God bless you and utterly satisfy your heart...with Himself.

O Love of God, do this for me: Maintain a constant victory.