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.

God does not have problems. Only plans.

When a house is on fire and you know that there are people in it, it is a sin to straighten pictures in that house. When the world about you is in great danger, works that are in themselves not sinful can be quite wrong.

Although the threads of my life have often seemed knotted, I know, by faith, that on the other side of the embroidery there is a crown.

In order to realize the worth of the anchor we need to feel the stress of the storm.

Jesus loves sinners. He only loves sinners. He has never turned anyone away who came to Him for forgiveness, and He died on the cross for sinners, not for respectable people.

The amount of God's love is unlimited, but we only receive as much as we use.