It's hard to steer a parked car.

Ps 119:89-91: The settled Word in Heaven makes for a solid foundation on earth and a safe path for today.

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

Ninety-five percent of our wool is going to China.

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.

Father, take my life, yea, my blood if Thou wilt, and consume it with Thine enveloping fire. I would not save it, for it is not mine to save. Have it Lord, have it all. Pour out my life as an oblation for the world. Blood is only of value as it flows before Thine altar

Live every day as if the Son of Man were at the door, and gear your thinking to the fleeting moment. Just how can it be redeemed? Walk as if the next step would carry you across the threshold of Heaven. Pray. That saint who advances on his knees never retreats.