For my generation I must have the oracles of God in fresh terms.

Grieve not, then, if your sons seem to desert you, but rejoice, rather, seeing the will of God done gladly.

Wherever you are, be all there! Live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God.

Surely those who know the great passionate heart of Jehovah must deny their own loves to share in the expression of His.

He is no fool who parts with that which he cannot keep, when he is sure to be recompensed with that which he cannot lose.

Father, let me be weak that I might loose my clutch on everything temporal. My life, my reputation, my possessions, Lord, let me loose the tension of the grasping hand. Even, Father, would I lose the love of fondling. How often I have released a grasp only to retain what I prized by 'harmless' longing, the fondling touch. Rather, open my hand to received the nail of Calvary, as Christ's was opened- that I, releasing all, might be released, unleashed from all that binds me now. He thought Heaven, yea, equality with God, not a thing to be clutched at. So let me release my grasp.

As your life is in His hands, so are the days of your life. But don’t let the sands of time get into the eye of your vision to reach those who sit in darkness. They simply must hear.