Many Christians still at bottom look upon God as one of the most selfish, self-absorbed Beings in the universe, far more selfish than they could think it right to be themselves, -intent only upon His own honor and glory, looking out continually that His own rights are never trampled on; and so absorbed in thoughts of Himself and of His own righteousness, as to have no love or pity to spare for the poor sinners who have offended Him.

I find that every soul that has travelled on this highway of holiness for any length of time, has invariably cut loose from its old moorings.

The mother eagle teaches her little ones to fly by making their nest so uncomfortable that they are forced to leave it and commit themselves to the unknown world of air outside. And just so does our God to us. He stirs up our comfortable nests, and pushes us over the edge of them, and we are forced to use our wings to save ourselves from fatal falling. Read your trials in this light, and see if you cannot begin to get a glimpse of their meaning. Your wings are being developed.

An idea is a curious thing. It will not work unless you do.

Be not afraid of rowing slowly. Be afraid of standing still.

Better and sweeter than health, or friends, or money, or fame, or ease, or prosperity, is the adorable will of our God.

Where the soul is full of peace and joy, outward surrounding and circumstances are of comparatively little account.