For five years we never went outside our doors without a volley of curses from our neighbours.

Funds are low again, hallelujah! That means God trusts us and is willing to leave His reputation in our hands.

Nail the colours to the mast! That is the right thing to do, and, therefore, that is what we must do, and do it now. What colours? The colours of Christ, the work He has given us to do- the evangelization of all the unevangelized.

Let us not glide through this world and then slip quietly into heaven, without having blown the trumpet loud and long for our Redeemer, Jesus Christ. Let us see to it that the devil will hold a thanksgiving service in hell, when he gets the news of our departure from the field of battle.

Some wish to live within the sound of a chapel bell, I want to run a rescue shop within a yard of Hell.

For five years we never went outside our doors without a volley of curses from our neighbours.

Sometimes I feel... that my cross is heavy beyond endurance... My heart seems worn out and bruised beyond repair, and in my deep loneliness I often wish to be gone, but God knows best, and I want to do every ounce of work He wants me to do.