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

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

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.

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.

The shiny paint laid on by curiosity's hand has worn off. What thing better can a man know than the love of Christ, which passes knowledge?

He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.

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.