One day as Father and I were returning from our walk we found the Grote Markt cordoned off by a double ring of police and soldiers. A truck was parked in front of the fish mart; into the back were climbing men, women, and children, all wearing the yellow star. . . . "Father! Those poor people!" I cried. . . . "Those poor people," Father echoed. But to my surprise I saw that he was looking at the solders now forming into ranks to march away. "I pity the poor Germans, Corrie. They have touched the apple of God's eye.

A religion that is small enough for our understanding would not be big enough for our needs.

And for all these people alike, the key to healing turned out to be the same. Each had a hurt he had to forgive.

Don't pray when you feel like it. Have an appointment with the Lord and keep it.

Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart.

In the center of a hurricane there is absolute peace and quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will of God

The measure of a life, after all, is not its duration, but its donation.