That saint who advances on his knees never retreats.

I seek not a long life, but a full one, like you Lord Jesus.

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

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

Ah, how many Marahs have been sweetened by a simple, satisfying glimpse of the Tree and the Love which underwent its worst confict there. Yes, the Cross is the tree that sweetens the waters. 'Love never faileth.

God, I pray Thee, light these idle sticks of my life and may I burn for Thee. Consume my life, my God, for it is Thine. I seek not a long life, but a full one, like you, Lord Jesus.

The sound of 'gentle stillness' after all the thunder and wind have passed will the ultimate Word from God.