If we are the sheep of His pasture, remember that sheep are headed for the altar.
Oh, the fullness, pleasure, sheer excitement of knowing God on earth!
God deliver me from the dread asbestos of “other things.” Saturate me with the oil of the Spirit that I may be aflame.
Missionaries are very human folks, simply a bunch of nobodies trying to exalt somebody.
It's hard to steer a parked car.
I have had to make a cross of two logs, and lie down on it, to show the Indians what it means to crucify a man.