That saint who advances on his knees never retreats.

Those whimpering Stateside young people will wake up on the Day of Judgment condemned to worse fates than these demon-fearing Indians, because, having a Bible, they were bored with it - while these never heard of such a thing as writing.

Our young men are going into the professional fields because they don't 'feel called' to the mission field. We don't need a call; we need a kick in the pants. We must begin thinking in terms of 'going out,' and stop our weeping because 'they won't come in.' Who wants to step into an igloo? The tombs themselves are not colder than the churches. May God send us forth.

Be on guard, my soul, of complicating your environment so that you have neither time nor room for growth!

Feast of Stephen, Deacon, First Martyr, the man who will not act until he knows all will never act at all.

The shiny paint laid on by curiosity's hand has worn off. What thing better can a man know than the love of Christ, which passes knowledge?

Eternity shall be at once a great eye-opener and a great mouth-shutter.