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.

None of it gets to be 'old stuff', for it is Christ in print, the Living Word. We wouldn't think of rising in the morning without a facewash, but we often neglect that purgative cleansing of the Word of the Lord. It wakes us up to our responsibility

Forgive me for being so ordinary while claiming to know so extraordinary a God.

God is still on His throne, we're still on His 'footstool,' and there's only a knee's distance between!

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.

That saint who advances on his knees never retreats.

Eternity shall be at once a great eye-opener and a great mouth-shutter.