Worry is like racing the engine of an automobile without letting in the clutch.

Some knowledge is too heavy...you cannot bear it...your Father will carry it until you are able.

Even as the angry vengeful thoughts boiled through me, I saw the sin of them. Jesus Christ had died for this man; was I going to ask for more? Lord Jesus, I prayed, forgive me and help me to forgive him....Jesus, I cannot forgive him. Give me your forgiveness....And so I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world's healing hinges, but on His. When He tells us to love our enemies, He gives along with the command, the love itself.

In this dark world, the Lord Jesus gave us the task of passing on His love

When He tells us to love our enemies He gives, along with the command, the love itself.

All through the short afternoon they kept coming, the people who counted themselves Father's friends. Young and old, poor and rich, scholarly gentlemen and illiterate servant girls—only to Father did it seem that they were all alike. That was Father's secret: not that he overlooked the differences in people; that he didn't know they were there.

I looked on Jesus and the dove of peace entered my heart. I looked at the dove of peace; and lo...off he went.