Desire is the putting of my will into God’s concern. It’s not a passive, sitting back in your easy chair, folding your arms sort of thing, which says, 'Well, I’m willing, if God would only give me a good swift kick and send me.' That’s willingness all right. But God doesn’t want willingness, He wants will! He wants your will put behind those desires.

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

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

The will of God is sweet tonight, altogether ‘good and acceptable and perfect.’ The considerate love of the Lord Jesus for us seems such a kind thing now. I know it has always been so, but somehow I didn’t see how wise it was when it didn’t seem kind… Remind me of this when I cannot regard His love as considerate some time.

When it comes time to die, make sure that all you have to do is die.

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

Missionaries are very human folks, simply a bunch of nobodies trying to exalt somebody.