Missionary life is simply a chance to die.

When I can see my face in it [the liquid gold in the crucible] then it is pure.

Thank God, He does not measure grace out in teaspoons.

Give me the Love that leads the way The Faith that nothing can dismay The Hope no disappointments tire The Passion that'll burn like fire Let me not sink to be a clod Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God

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

If when I am able to discover something which has baffled others, I forget Him who revealeth the deep and secret things, and knoweth what is in the darkness and showeth it to us; if I forget that it was He who granted that ray of light to His most unworthy servant, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

Prayer is the core of the day. Take prayer out, and the day would collapse.