It makes me boil when I think of the power we profess and the utter impotency of our action. Believers who know one-tenth as much as we do are doing one-hundred times more for God, with His blessing and our criticism. Oh if I could write it, preach it, say it, paint it, anything at all, if only God's power would become known among us.

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

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!

He makes His ministers a flame of fire. Am I ignitible? God deliver me from the dread asbestos of 'other things.' Saturate me with the oil of the Spirit that I may be aflame. But flame is transient, often short lived. Canst thou bear this, my soul - short life? ... Make me thy fuel, Flame of God.

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